Like most of you, I spend a fair amount of time looking at pictures and posts from friends on various social media sights. I enjoy keeping up with what is happening with my people around the country.
This morning I saw that a friend had their daughter visiting for spring break. the smiles on their faces were big and happy. I am fixing to leave my daughter’s house after a little over 2 weeks. There won’t be as much joy on Wednesday morning at the airport.
Even though we can have some empathy with others, our stuff hits us more than it hits them, and vice-versa. It doesn’t mean we don’t care about each other, it just “is what it is”.
When you stumble or struggle in your recovery, it might feel like the end of the world to you and then you see other people laughing, seemingly without a care in the world. That’s just life. It doesn’t mean that you need to struggle alone. People may not feel your pain when you reach out, but usually they can understand and empathize with it. Just check my Instagram on Wednesday to see you MoM with all the tears and boo-hoos.
We all celebrate and we all struggle. Don’t do it by yourself. Reach out and…
—Rise Up!!
Minister Of Mocha 