I’ve had a lot of experience walking through the unknown. I have a colorful history of abuse, anxiety, infertility and rape. I have a husband with a failing heart and two children with autism. I am no stranger to fear and the damage it can do. But I also know, because of my many falls, just how resilient I really am.
It’s not a crime to take a child with a broken bone to the hospital. It is not a crime to be scared during so much uncertainty. But let us not forget that equally as contagious as a virus, is kindness. And if we extend a little to others, and ourselves, it’ll make walking though the unknown a bit more bearable.
We’re all in this together. Separate, but together.
I really hope this time spent mending our broken wounds and broken world results in a reset of both.
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This post originally appeared at Tinkles Her Pants, published with permission.
