I had a very bleak parent conference this morning, with a mother whose life is in shambles. Major medical issues, mental illness (anxiety and severe depression), and an emotionally — possibly physically — abusive relationship. She told me she doesn’t like most people and hates to talk to people, but she did talk to me. For an hour and ten minutes.
When I got home, though, I felt like I needed a shower to wash off the despair. I will need to write more about this meeting, but right now it’s too much to process.
However, it puts any stresses in my life into crystal-clear perspective. By comparison to this mother, I am not drowning in despair; I am swimming in an ocean of happiness.