I feel sad that you are feeling unhappy. I do know what it’s like to suffer many things in my life, and I have a husband with a limited life due to disability and depression…so I don’t take your sadness lightly. I regret that you do not appear to feel cherished, by the Church, by government, and perhaps even not by those around you…but I’m certain of one thing, you are a valuable person and whether or not you spell words the same as I do makes no difference.
If I wrote every word in correct Australian English, Americans would most likely think I don’t know how to spell! Amongst a range of words, we spell ‘color’ as ‘colour’ so you do you own thing and communicate as you like also. I get your spelling, it is just the emotional way your words tumble out that make me need to read what you write more clearly. But that is good too, as the fact that you write like this tells me you have a lot of pent up stress and hurt, and I feel more moved by you in all these things you are frustrated about. You can’t make me cross with you or give up on you, because well, I wouldn’t let you get away with being so sad and alone in your heart and mind! I’d smile at you and have a coffee with you anyway, because you are a person and that’s good enough for me.
And your reference to my being Australian! I’m fond of Americans, and one of my sons was married to an American girl for several years, and we’re still close friends. I loved her family too. I’ve spent 12 weeks in the US, and one of those times was during September 11, which was a period and an experience of my American brothers and sisters that I will never forget…
but I do enjoy being Australian. We Aussies do tend to have fun with that.
Sending you a hug from across the ocean…because you know what, none of us can be categorised, (US spelling with a 'z" not our Australian ‘s’) not our posters, not the forum modulators or administrators, not always our fellow Catholics, not me, and not you. We do the best we can manage, and sometimes we get it right and sometimes not.
Be good to yourself. God bless you, Trishie
