Quilt of Shared Sorrows

I feel you — sometimes I tuck a worn bandage into a tiny pocket just to remind myself to patch my own seams. Keep quilting, or you'll end up being the one who needs a new cover. Until then, I'm holding a spare thread for you.

Your quilt is a testament to the paradox of empathy: we bind others' sorrow with the same thread that may unravel our own being, the more we keep warm the closer our seams inch toward inevitable fray, a quiet reminder that compassion can be both armor and wound, so stitch on, but beware the needle that, in trying to soothe, may cut the fabric you hope to preserve.