Heath, thank you so much, for reading and writing so compassionately.
Allison Washington
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I’ve been walking around heartbroken, like, really heartbroken for a while… a long drawn out painful process…

Aside from that being a reason for the delay in writing back, it also occurred to me that it made a basis for a perfect companion point to what you wrote (“It sounds like you get that”).

All of these surface differences people make such a big divisive deal about, the way they can’t accept others, colors, genders, orientations, nationality, political parties…

I just keep thinking, a broken heart is a broken heart.

Pain is pain, joy is joy, tears are tears, blood is blood… fear, belonging, loneliness, love, awkwardness, hurt, laughter, intelligence, creativity, bravery cowardice, charity, despair, smiles, sacrifice, the need for human touch…

I’m no better than anyone else, but I truly believe that once you see it, that shared humanity, you have to make a conscious choice to still regard another human being as less deserving of compassion and tolerance and the joy of being alive. I can’t fathom why some people make that decision.

I read about your experiences and I felt for you because regardless of our superficial differences, I share what goes on inside of you. When you smile it’s a good thing and when you cry I feel compassion. When I read about you being hurt physically or emotionally, I feel hurt, and when I read about your acceptance of yourself as right the way you are, I share in that and I feel a little more accepting of myself (and trust me, that’s a big thing… a story for another day).

I agree with what you said, it’s not about understanding how you are or what you are but that you are. :)

Anyway, it’s 2:30am and I’ve been avoiding sleep so I’m rambling badly, but at least it’s taken my mind off other things.

It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Allison. :)

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