Have you ever had to listen to a conversation you would rather do anything else even cleaning the toilet, feeling like things can never be the same again, the world slightly tipping.
Sleep eludes you, tossing and turning and when you do finally fall asleep only to have your dreams turn to nightmares.
In the morning you're tired, exhausted and deeply sad, but need to put on a happy face and 'keep going'. Maybe its the English 'stip upper lip' or the Aussie, 'Don't let the bastards keep you down' but you get up and plaster on the smile hoping no one can see past the facade to the sadness beneath.
Hoping to find a friendly face online the second I log on a very special friend sends me a Good morning. Finally the sadness is exposed and true friendship holds me tight, helping me to see that ultimate question, I was not alone.
The situation is not changed at all but the sadness is now under control, no longer threatening to overwhelm.
I am not sure I can see the sliver lining, quite yet, but I know that I am now looking.
Maybe this is a blessing in disguise.
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