I continue to find it humbling but also spurring to tell my personal story of hope and healing from chronic pain.
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“I dropped the baby today…” Breathe. “He’s okay. He fell on the rug, but I broke his fall.” Silence. I willed myself to finish the story, but I could not, just as he could not answer. More silence, more breathing + nervous glances, and more shame… which in turn, equalled more pain.
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I see her.
She is sitting beside me in a kids play area, noticeably distracted and alone though surrounded.
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