I once heard a woman in a group I attend speaking about going to an event while in the midst of a fight with her husband. She felt as thought the whole room was filled with happy couples enjoying their night out, while she was just pretending. Pretending to be happy, pretending to want to be there. It reminded me of so many times that I have pretended that all is well. That it is easy and fun and that all is perfect in the midst of an inner storm of emotions and turmoil.
There are many time that I must pretend life and all of it’s trappings are exactly as they should be, while I am just trying to cope. Sometimes it is all I can do to just cope. Moving from coping to living fully is a journey, sometimes painful, sometimes fulfilling and deeply rewarding. I have come to know however, there is never one without the other.