That last post was a tough one for me to write. I wasn’t sure how much to share, or how people would respond. I was afraid of judgement.
And you know what I got instead?
A lot of love. Words of encouragement, hope, healing. Messages from friends and strangers telling me they’ve been there too. But instead of telling me the ten things I had to do, they gave me acceptance and love. An open door to talk to from someone who has struggled down this road and is still on the journey. An offer to come watch my kids so I can rest. A meal. A text. A hug.
I cannot tell you what it means to me.