by Brittany Latham
I stumbled upon this amazing piece of writing and thought it to be so beautifully apt, especially after the depressing weeks we have had of late.
For the woman whose husband makes an “extra stop” after work every evening.
For the woman who is mourning the loss of a pregnancy that nobody else knew about.
For the woman who still leads from the front even although she’s lost inside.
For the woman who was fired for her fourth late because she has been awake for a straight week with a sick child.
For the single mom who doesn’t know how the utilities are going to stay on this month.
For the woman who has gone through 2 IVF’s and has tried for five years without success but still shows up to every baby shower for her friends.
For the woman who still hasn’t forgiven herself for the abortion that she had 20 years ago.
For the woman who has a line of judging eyes at her and her children as she counts out coins or has to put something back at the supermarket.
For the woman that opens the door to the news of her husband being killed overseas three weeks before he was to return home.
For the woman that lives with a quiet anxiety because nobody understands what you could possibly be stressed about.
For the woman that gives to her family all day- everyday and just needs a break.
For the woman that smiles at strangers all day in public- but weeps silently every night.
For the woman who has wanted to end it all but found strength to carry on.
For the woman that heard the rumour about herself at church today.
For the woman sleeping next to a stranger every night.
For the woman whose genetics will never allow her to look like the ones in the magazines.
For the woman that endures one broken relationship after another because there was no father around to teach her what love looks like.
For the woman raising a fatherless daughter and praying that history doesn’t repeat itself.
For the woman who loves with all her heart who’s desperate to be loved.
For every single woman that cries in the shower so that nobody else can see. Because if you aren’t strong-nobody is.
Just because the water washes your tears doesn’t mean that you don’t cry. Just because you cry doesn’t mean that you’re not strong enough to handle it.
I am you. I see you. I am with you, I cry with you. I love you.