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‘You get to sit home all day, what do you have to cry about?’ We get told we’re ‘lazy.’ That it’s not ‘real work’ so we have nothing to complain about.’: Mom urges ‘check in on your SAHM friends, we are NOT okay’

“You smell like sweat and tears for days at a time. You don’t get breaks. You lock yourself in the bathroom and scream into a towel while crying because you need a second to breathe, all while a child is banging on the door to get in. You forget what it means or feels like to be an individual. I was one of those people who judged SAHM’s. But I get it now. We are lonely and alone.”

‘A gentle, old lady grabbed my hand. ‘May I pray for you?’ Tears were flowing before I could answer. All I could do was shake my head yes.’: Grieving woman in tears after stranger’s act of kindness, ‘I will never forget her’

“I stood on the beach watching all 3 of my children run carelessly. I found myself grieving the loss of my mother. It was beautiful, near perfect even, and she wasn’t there to see it. I stood in the sand, praying silent prayers. And just like that, I heard an old lady’s voice. She grabbed my hand and looked at me like she’d just seen an old friend. ‘I feel called to pray for you in this moment.’ I was speechless.”

‘I’m feeling upset. I need to hide my face so people won’t see,’ my 4-year old cried. ‘I just want to be by myself for a minute.’: Mom stresses importance of ‘honoring needs’ to build trust, love

“She laid her head down in the booth to hide her face and I ate my chips and salsa. I didn’t yell. I didn’t whisper threats. I didn’t demand she pull it together when the other restaurant patrons looked our way. She was clear about what she needed. I let her have it. She needed a minute, you guys. Sometimes, we all need a minute.”

‘I am older than he was when he died. There is nothing more unnatural. He is suspended in time at 45.’: Wife’s emotional reason for not wanting to celebrate birthdays after husband’s death to cancer

“The first birthday I spent with my husband, I turned 16. I remember where we went, what I was wearing. It was the first time he really held my hand. There was something magical about it. It was fall. We were coming out of a hot summer, the night air was cool. There was nobody else I wanted to spend it with than him. The last birthday I spent with him was my 43rd. In the blink of an eye, he was gone. Nothing has been the same since.”

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