Everyone struggles sometimes. Whilst our social media feeds may be showing perfect lives with sunshine filled images of smiling children and perfectly designed houses, there are cracks. There are cracks in the exterior. There are cracks in the façade. Everyone struggles. Everyone is coping with something.
I want to share something…
This isn’t a story about me, or a story about Cygnet. It is a story about a special person, a person very dear to me and Cygnet. A person who we both love immensely.
This special person is going through a really really difficult time at the moment. For me, this is very disorientating, emotional and hard to navigate. I cannot get my head around it. For my special person it is all of the above magnified a million times. I cannot imagine what my special person is going through. I cannot imagine the disorientation, the emotions, the confusion, the trauma going through my special person’s head.
This is an anonymous blog, so in theory I should be able to share this story. I want to tell you, and maybe in time I will, but it feels wrong. Sharing my struggles is one thing. Sharing someone else’s story leaves me feeling uneasy. This is not my story to tell. My special person needs to tell their own story.
Maybe in time I will be able to encourage my special person to share their story. I know how this blog helped me through some dark times and how your support, encouragement and suggestions made me realise that I wasn’t the only one experiencing emotional abuse, struggling through separation, trying to navigate co-parenting and battling the stigma of single motherhood.
I know that some of you will have been through something similar to what my special person is going through now. I believe that you will support my special person in the same way. I believe that, once my special person is on the road to recovery, you can help my special person not just survive this, but turn the experience into a positive and really thrive.
All I want to say now is that we need to remember that it is the cracks that let the light in. It is the cracks that help us to discover who we really are. The cracks shine light on what is really beautiful.
Fractured beauty defines us.
My dearest – I love you bigger than the world.