There are things in your life that you never expect to see. Words you are never prepared to hear. Moments that can change you, ever so slightly.
As a mom, I’ve had many such moments. Some beautifully good, others unimaginably devastating.
I’m happy to report, I’m still here. We’re still here.
It took me a long time, but I’ve learned a valuable lesson. I’m just sorry it took me this long.
Seek the perspective of those who understand.
I get it now, though it’s still a painful realization. I’ve learned that I cannot expect (nor ask for) those to understand, who are incapable of doing so.
Those who have never been touched by it, cannot know. “It” being, whatever it is you may be going through.
Those with a compassionate heart can try, but I now get why it’s always felt like such a heavy burden to carry, and even more difficult – to share. I’ve been looking in all the wrong places.
It’s not fair to you, nor me. I mean, how could you possibly know what I need, when I don’t even know myself?!
Soul searching, my instincts have led me to struggle on my own. Because it seems like when I do open up, and you (being whomever) are incapable of understanding, I feel bad and it leads me to further isolate. Etcetera, and so on.
It really doesn’t need to be this complicated! How freeing would it be to find a support system equipped to comprehend what it feels like to watch your own child self destruct. I now get it. I now understand.
To you who is reading this, whatever you may be going through, please don’t fight “it” alone.
Seek those who get it. And don’t go about it casually, seek support with urgency. With the same level of urgency you would if it was to help a loved one.