A while back, I had an embarrassing revelation: I'm jealous.
I'm jealous of friends.
I'm jealous of enemies.
I'm jealous of rich people, tourists, movie stars, moms, people who can sleep, people who can work, people who eat bread, people who make bread, people with good veins, people with more treatable/recognizable illnesses, and practically anyone who gets through the day without parasites, pain, doctors, pills, IVs, crying, or dying.
It's an ugly feeling; one I want desperately to Hide...Ignore...Replace.
But I won't.
There's so much I want out of life...to ride an elephant....to publish a book...to kiss under the stars in Venice....to feel good again...to have a family...to make a difference. I'm glad others have these things, but I want them too. Does anybody else (sick or well) struggle with jealousy? How do you cope?
Altered Today: Asking for support