Someone else's battle is different from mine.
They've been through struggles I can't face.
And I've been through struggles they can't face.
That doesn't give me any rights.
That doesn't give me the right to tell them "You wouldn't understand."
That doesn't give me the right to tell them "I've been through worse."
That doesn't give me the right to tell them "At least you haven't..."
I refuse to be devalued for my struggles.
I refuse to believe that there is a scale, telling us "This person's struggle is here. Yours is here."
I refuse to see another human being bottle up their emotions because their case isn't as "severe."
I refuse to hear that another being committed suicide because they felt like no one would listen.
I don't have a right to tell someone how to feel.
I don't have a right to tell someone, "If I can get through this, you can too.
I don't have a right to deny others the feeling of grief.
I don't have a right to question another person's healing process.
I don't have any right.
I never have.
And I never will.
It's one thing to help someone.
It's a completely different thing to destroy someone because I think their struggle isn't as painful as mine.