One minute I had a good life. I was happy, and my family was happy too. The next minute, we received some terrible and unexpected news.
Without going into detail, I can say that it has been devastating … a slow-motion train wreck with no end in sight.
Surviving the present takes everything I have. I was in shock for a while. In a way I still am, but I’m getting through the days at least.
Even though I still have a lot to be thankful for – a steady job, a safe place to live – it feels as though I’ve lost everything. There’s so much grief and anger and fear.
It’s hard to do simple things, like shower. Even breathing feels hard sometimes.
I feel bad and judge myself for not living up to my potential, for not being stronger … but the thing is, I am doing the best I can. It’s just that my best has become so humble.
I’m not sure that I have a question, exactly. I just wanted to write and ask what you would say to someone who is going through the hardest time of her life.