This may seem random, or maybe not at all. But here it is. We are not alone. Any of us. And I think that is a massively important thing to know and one that will help each of us navigate the day. When Bonham was a baby and never slept, it helped me when I was able to step back and think…I am not the only one out there that was up all night with a crying kid. I am not alone.
When Bonham had tantrums, I had friends lining up to tell me that they had been there or that they were there.
When I was struggling with fertility…I had to get out of my own head. Out of my bubble. I needed to realize I wasn’t on an island. What I was dealing with sucked. And it felt huge and all consuming. But I wasn’t the only one out there going through it.
It sucks to work an 80+ hour week. I get it. I have been there. I know people who are there.
Relationships take work. Not every day is easy.
Babies die. Miscarriages. Illness. Accidents.
We have all struggled to make decisions, to make ends meet, to make amends.
We have all felt things that consume us. Things that seem so big. Things that make us feel the “why me?” and the “this happened TO me.”
But very little is unique to just us. It has happened to others. Probably at that same second.
We are not alone. None of us.
Why am I writing this? I don’t know. A text from one friend with amazing, wonderful news. Moments later a text from another with devastating, terrible news.
Neither of them are alone. I find solace in that. Strength in numbers. Comfort in groups. Someone out there has it better than you, and someone has it worse. But someone also has it the same.
I don’t know…random Wednesday night thoughts….