My mom has decided now that she’s 71, it’s time to say f-you to what…
Our divorce was the right thing for our family, and we’ve each moved forward in a healthier, happier way than our marriage would’ve allowed. The universe is unfolding as it should.
I don’t know your struggle. This doesn’t mean I don’t care about it. I am glad to listen, should you chose to tell me. What it means is, I don’t have the experience of your life to put this moment in context. Without meaning this to be dismissive, I frankly don’t see “the struggle” as the total of your life’s story. And while it may be real, my struggle isn’t all of my story.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.