I've been being quite dramatic lately. I had a rough time on the Island, and I am still sore, but recently a few of my friends have separately shared some of the things that they have been going through, and it's put me to shame.
I love my friends, I am humbled and honoured that they feel they can share these intimate aspects of their lives with me. I wish there was something, anything I could do, to alleviate their stress and pain. I listen, I wish, if I was the type that prayed, I would pray, because it's all I can do, and I feel useless the rest of the time.
The one thing I will do more than anything else however, is stop complaining about the comparatively trivial problems in my life. I've been through real tough times before, and this is not it.
I will stop whinging about it.