I tell you something else.
Being applauded for my "resilience" makes me squirm. People mean well but the danger is that it can make one feel less inclined to be vulnerable when one needs to for fear of being judged.
My best and closest friends have helped me most by sitting with me in the dark, and letting me direct them as to the support I need.
Talking about resilience can leave one feeling under pressure of unrealistic expectations. Sometimes I am numb, sometimes the gentlest touch feels like a scald.
I have had my grief and struggles over-ridden by other people's grief, especially in regard to my late DP. It skews and hinders the process. It amplifies all the horrible painful feelings one has and adds bitterness into the mix, which has to be dealt with to prevent worse fallout. In my experience.
Sharing a burden is one thing, appropriating it is another.
It is all very complex.
Time and space sometimes turns into self defensive isolation.
It is exhausting, often defies logic, and sometimes survival is resilience in itself. But it's nit a badge of honour, it's a war wound.
Acknowledgement and solidarity are good objectives, imposed expectations are not, and that seems to be the new meaning of resilience. And I have issues with that.