Today, I witnessed her go from emotionally exhausted (her words), to crying, then frustration. Followed with anger and bitterness at the circumstances she finds herself in.

I sat there listening to her and what caught my attention was her comment, "I hate taking the medication because I am being forced to take it and I wouldn't have made a mistake that night if I wasn't taking them anyway," or some variation that. I think to myself, "when will you take ownership over what happened?"

But, I just sat there and listened to you be upset at the rest of the world because I knew that whatever I said could have put us on a collision course to an argument. An argument about who said what and how it was exactly said.

I'm not mad at you, but during that heated moment, I am anxious. I feel my heart pounding. Inside, it is as if I am doing everything I can to make sure I don't show how scared and stoic I feel. I want to tell you that I understand the pain you feel, the anger and discontent brewing within you for being misunderstood.

You've told me, "with patience comes understanding, and with understanding comes forgiveness."

//that's all I wrote because I lost my attention on other things
