I can understand, comprehend, feel to the core the pain of it. You feel misplaced, alone, scared, and in a world that never stops whirling and a place where you don't feel you belong. You want life to be the way it was. You want to go back to 'before.' You want the sun's rays to cover you with a healing warmth and let the rain wash away the pain and uncertainty and grief and allow you to bloom once again.
For some reason, it is easy for me to feel what others are feeling. To be compassionate. I want to try to help, to do something, anything, to alleviate the pain. Perhaps because I too have great pain that needs to be alleviated. I don't know.
In the words of the 14th Dalai Lama, "If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion."
Sometimes in our lives we all need to be carried, when we just couldn't do it anymore. We will always remember who was there for us.