I’m so honored to have this post from December syndicated on ForEveryMom today. I long to have more of us heave a sigh of relief and stop pretending we have our (*&^ together. Won’t you join me there?
Sidle up to your best friend at church. Tell your husband when you have a minute alone. Admit it to your mom, to your small group, to your grown child.
Or, if all else fails, look in the mirror and say it to yourself.
I am not okay.
Tell the people you love why you feel broken. Admit that you’re scared, that your coping mechanisms have sharp edges. Break open your heart in plain view and trust someone to cradle it in their hands.
Maybe it’s the baby you lost, or the depression that came after you had a healthy birth. Maybe it’s marriage or finances or mental health. Maybe it’s something in your past, maybe it’s something coming in the future, maybe you don’t yet know why you’re falling apart.
Admit the truth: I am not okay.
You think that healing will come when you get your crap together. You assume other people are whole and strong. You assume there’s something about you that makes you this way. You assume that a normal person would be whole.
We are all, every one of us, not-okay somehow.
Every. Last. One. Of. Us….
Read the rest over at ForEveryMom.com.
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