A parent of mine (I have the standard two) tries to likes to comfort me by saying that no one hasn’t experienced what I’m going through.

Especially Jesus. Loves the pointing out that our savior literally and physically felt all the pain, disease, mental afflictions that have ever existed.

It doesn’t often always make me feel better. Sometimes, it makes me feel less special. Like my struggles are being diminished.

Other days, when I’m already out of the mental haze that triggered the complaining, or as I call it, the verbal-implicit-cry-for-help, it provides perspective.