Just because I understand...

I cannot tell you how many times people have tried to explain to me why others act as they do. They tell me what they do because they think it will somehow be helpful to me. 

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.