How do you answer when someone asks "How do you make it through the Day?

I just had a New Member on another forum ask me "How I make it through the Day". I honestly had to go out for some fresh cold air & cry for a few minutes. I have had a difficult journey and try not to think about it. She must have read my profile. I wanted to delete it. It scares New Members, but the Head Moderator told me not to, that Members need to see the whole story. So....Do I tell her the truth or tell her things that will encourage her? The truth is ugly & painful. Where do I draw the line. Am I a Moderator or Member? I know that is why I Love this forum so much, beside the fact that Kathleen & Ranger are great. I can just be me and not be expected to know all the answers to questions no one really wants the true answers to but they know they need to . Sometimes I even think I am very business like with Members. Most Moderators are sweet & caring. I am kind but analytical. Maybe that is a self protection mechanism kicking in. I will tell her the truth and hope she can handle it. This makes me think about a poem called the Invitation, by Oriah

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched
the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Wow, Tracy, I am blown away. I need to take a moment and reflect on the power of that poem before responding.


I actually went to a weekend seminar several years ago and The Invitation was featured as a life lesson. It's very powerful.You do have to take time to reflect & absorb it.

The Invitation speaks to me on so many levels. It forces you to examine your relationship with yourself, with the planet, with other significant human beings in your life and whether you can bear the hardships of life without dwelling on them -- instead, embracing the "now" and the beauty that surrounds us in the physical world, the beauty of our souls, the spirit that dwells inside each of us that makes us each perfect in God's eyes. I recently felt betrayed by someone so deeply that it affected me for days. After meditating and asking for my mother's guidance and God's healing love, I suddenly didn't feel the hurt anymore. I was guided into loving forgiveness, not anger for the betrayal. I guess I could blame God for my illness and carry around anger in my heart, but I am choosing the path of light, forgiveness, love and joy. Thank you so much for sharing the poem. It has touched me beyond words and will be one of my favorites when I am feeling sorry for myself or hurt over some injustice in the world. Once again, thank you.


Thank you !!!

I needed to read your post tonight. A friend hurt me yesterday & used my illness as a reason. I need to work on loving forgiveness. My head is busting. Stress is a killer for Chiarians. We have horrible headaches. I have never questioned or blamed God for my illnesses. Many people have asked me if I had, but it never even occurred to me to blame God. My heart hurts even at the thought.

You are an amazing Lady & don't forget it,