Silent Pain
A few months ago, I read a blog post that a friend on Facebook had linked to. The mom was lamenting her life and explaining that no one understands how hard her life is, but also that it is truly harder than anyone else's. After I read the post, I felt differently than the author did. Throughout the post, she talked of friends she had--friends who listened, friends who tried to help. She even getting to go on a girls' night out. From where I stand, she has many huge blessings. Her friends and family may have loved her and her family imperfectly... but they were clearly trying. If she has gone on a girls' night out, she has had some time with friends--by herself. Each of us face struggles every day. Some are silent and invisible. Some are more visible. This mom in the post has a special needs child. Her struggles are very real. So are mine--even though they are invisible and silent. Mine aren't less or more...