“Today was not a good day,” I darkly greeted my husband as he entered our apartment and took in the scene. I laid on the couch while the kids had some screen time in our bedroom. My struggle with anxiety and maintaining my mental health had taken a more prominent role in our lives over the last few years.
So this scene was not unfamiliar.
“Every day doesn’t have to be a good day,” he said as he closed the door behind him.
Without diminishing it was difficult or judging the current state of the house, his simple acknowledgment of my experience came as both a relief and a reminder of its truth. That day felt disappointing and deflating. I’d been doing relatively well recently, and the day’s events had felt like a setback.
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