You know the age-old question. You hear it being asked all around you all the time; sometimes morphed in a grunt of misery, sometimes amplified in a wail of pain, sometimes whispered in a prayer for answers. Recently I had a why me moment myself. It raised (as opposed to reduced) me to tears.
Sometimes all you need to do is open your mind to everything around you; and if it’s open enough, you see things the way someone else might.
Why me? What did I do to deserve everything that happens to me and unfolds before me?
Why me?
What did I do?
Surely it’s not fair.
Showers of blessings.
Overwhelming.
Everytime.
Psychodoodle 
Raised me to tears?!!! I’ve dwelled on that line since I first read it a few days ago. What a surprizing turn of phrase…beautiful.
Love the twist you put on why me. It s really humbling for me whenever I let myself noticed that I’m loved 🙂
Hey, yup.. Had a ‘moment’ myself after which I wrote this.. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by..