Six months later, I started an online support group for mothers like me.
We shared methods. Encouraged one another. Sometimes, all we wrote was: “I made it through today.”
One woman confessed: “I wanted to leave. But I read your post—and I stayed.”
Another wrote: “You don’t ask for pity. You just tell the truth. Thank you.”
And I realized then: My pain had meaning. If my words could help another mother stay, then our silence was not wasted.
Even silence can become a voice. Even a shadow can become light.
