Even with all my health issues, I don’t believe I’ve ever fully grasped the very real depression and marginalization experienced by many who are ill and suffering. Measured on the misery index, the sum total of my afflictions barely nudges the needle on the lower end of the scale, when compared to the pain and hardship of so many people in this world. Their burdens exist on levels I can’t even imagine: the death of a child; the loss of liberty; the exile from home or country. There is no end to sadness.
