How many people here witnessed xxxxxxxxx in a state where she was clearly struggling?
And how many here were then angry, sad, scared, confused, annoyed, frustrated?
I certainly was all of those things at some point during the past four years when she was my roommate. Over time I came to view her situation as akin to cancer: she wasn’t actively choosing in any meaningful sense to struggle. She had a disease and it was with her on both good days and bad.
While this realization didn’t erase the negative feelings, it did imbue the positive ones with more meaning because while it’s certainly nice when a man with a closet of shirts gives you the shirt off his back, it means something else entirely when he has no other shirt.
And xxxxxxxxx indeed provided me with much to be grateful for.