So my heart bleeds for her, to see her go through this pain. But it's necessary. The cold, detached side of me and the tough love in me knows it's ultimately a good thing. The human side of me aches for her. There's nothing anyone can do to comfort her. In fact, that's the worst thing someone can do. I hate the idea that the best way to help her is to have her focus on exactly what hurts her.
How do I help someone who's in pain when that's exactly what they have to go through? I know this is the right thing, and so does she. But I hate that she has to go through this because I know what it's going to be like for her. I went through it; I am going through it. The pain will be unimaginable, spurious yet constant, and perpetuating. I can barely keep it together myself, and now I'm worried for her. I just hope I can be there for her even if I can't deal with my own pain.