I see you.
I see you, single parent with two jobs and night school. Making the rent and lunches. Neither without stress.
I see you, business owner, with long hours and endless emails. Making the decision to sink more or stay afloat.
I see you, facing the tough decision between making the overtime or making the game. No win situations all to common.
I see you new mother, crying alone and smiling at play group.
I see you empty nester, your freedom a foreign entity with soundless halls and mixed memories.
I see you, struggling with fertility and painfully watching the world full of children, perfect round bellies of hope.
I see you, Sunday, called into work and missing bedtime – again. Crying all the way there. And back. Knowing that it is “important work” but wondering why you have to do the important work. Privilege or punishment.
I see you, trying to figure it out. Fighting for happiness when it all feels so dark. Anger turned inwards, depression taking your precious time and resources.
I see you, measuring your worth by the numbers on a scale. Force fed media inadequacy messages three meals a day.
I see you, rising above trauma yet often pulled back in when things get tough. Old behaviours take root.
I see you, the diagnosis grim yet a will to live and thrive that beats all odds. Sad but determined.
I see you, survivor of nameless things, shame ridden and afraid of closeness and intimacy. Questions of worthlessness an ongoing battle.
I see you, in a “perfect” marriage that leaves bruises on your soul.
I see you, the once bullied kid with grown up armour.
I see you, you have it all they say. Yet you ask yourself what is it worth?
I see you. Doing your best, or at least a version of your best. Living the human experience.
I see you.