Last week’s topic was Family, and what it means to me. I feel like I didn’t speak a lot. I vented a little about not having a good relationship with my mother and sister, and that was it. I had nothing more to say. I have to admit that the topic makes me a little uncomfortable because it is something I struggle with, and it is very real. So when the others talked about their broken families, I felt a bit relieved, and I hate myself for it. I hate that I get comfort in other people’s misery Why is that? Why do people feel better when they realize they are not the only one’s who’s suffering? Let’s be honest. It’s not that you can “relate” to other people’s problems. It’s just that you are not alone in the suffering.