“…grateful for your willingness to witness our loss” is part of a sentence I read on Facebook tonight, which struck me as odd that there are two kinds of witnesses.
I never thought that there could be willing witnesses and non-willing witnesses.
Yet the two drastically different witnesses are exactly what I have experienced.
One is so courageous and brave, will stand by and allow you to express the darkest of fears, the emptiest of sorrows, will listen endlessly as the truth flows and the madness is wrung from your soul and not shudder and turn away.
A willing witness treads into the deepest trauma’s the most anxious anxieties, and wades through sorrows crushing blows, and still is able to remain connected, eyes, ears and soul.
A willing witness never turns away.
It is this courageous witness that allows us to stand taller, dig deeper and find a small thread to continue on. They remind us we are not alone. That our mental state is ‘normal’ coming from whence we came.
I am blessed and forever grateful for my brother who has been my most willing of willing witnesses.
I also have had willing witnesses that are friends, strangers, writers, renewed old friends and new friends. Ladies whose walk equals mine or are even much worse. I am filled with great warmth and loving energy knowing that I have so many wonderfully willing witnesses.
The greatest gift we can give another is to be a willing witness.
I M Perfect lady 
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