I feel so naive about life troubles.  I haven’t had to deal with much death in my life.  Only my great grandmothers have died while I’ve been alive.  Them and my dog.  I’ve never been hit or abused.  I’ve never been without food or heat.  I’ve never really had any struggles in my life.  The only things I’ve had to overcome have been my own mental problems.  I always feel pathetic next to people who have actually been through shit and gotten through it.  Granted, my recent marriage/divorce hasn’t been a walk on the beach with a full moon.  But it’s still nothing when compared.