I see your pain. Even in a crowded room it is noticeable to me. Maybe others don’t see your pain. But I do. Maybe it is because I am a professional at pretending that everything is perfect. When in reality I am living in hell.
You didn’t mean to yell at your child. You are not a bad parent. You are overwhelmed and running on empty. I see your pain as you try to participate in our conversations. Your smile is forced and your eyes look sad to me.
I can spot these signs because I have been in your shoes. You are torn. You are tired and you have no idea how you will make it. This is the lowest that you have ever been in your life. You cannot tell anyone because that will shatter the false sense of your perfect life that you are portraying. I see your pain.
You don’t know how much I would love to pull you aside and tell you to keep fighting the good fight. Your victory is coming. I am not sure how I would have responded if someone made those comments to me when I was in distress.
One thing I know for sure. Is that trouble doesn’t last always. Take the time to listen to your heart. You will gain what you have lost. Embrace a second chance with open arms. I see your pain and you don’t have to endure this alone.