But it is not.
I already know what they're saying. I already understand it. I have already processed it logically. Yes. It all makes perfect sense.
But. Here's the thing: while I understand, it still often leaves me standing here by myself dealing with things.
So when do *I* get the benefit of the understanding of others? Why do *I* always have to be the one to "understand?"
In case it isn't obvious, it sucks. A lot.
Understanding doesn't take away the pain, or the feeling of isolation. Understanding doesn't support me, or hold me. Understanding doesn't pay my bills. Understanding doesn't comfort me when I am sobbing and falling apart.