While I’m pretty transparent about our life, there are some things I just don’t feel comfortable talking about here. To be honest, I don’t actually know what all of them are, because I’m pretty sure many of them haven’t even happened yet.
That being said, I just want you to know I understand.
If you’ve ever had to make the choice between a tank of gas and a test strip copay, I understand.
If you’ve ever sat up in the middle of the night, fretting over a glucose level while eating through an entire shelf in your pantry, I understand.
If you’ve ever cried for no reason, but for a million reasons at the same time, I understand.
If you’ve ever stopped believing in your dreams, I understand.
If you’ve discovered new ones you never wanted to find, I understand.
If you’ve watched life wander by, and wondered if you’d ever find joy in it again, I understand.
If you’ve ever looked in the mirror, and stared confused at the stranger in front of you, I understand.
If you’ve ever felt alone in crowded spaces…or crowded in quiet places, I understand.
If you’ve ever been stuck at a crossroads, and opted to remain stagnant instead, I understand.
If you’ve ever been terrified to move, to breathe, or to speak for fear your world would crash, I understand.
I show you the stuff I want you to see, but there’s a story behind the silence.
Thank you for understanding.