When You Can’t Sleep…

My mind is racing and I can’t seem to quiet it. I’ve been up late these past few weeks focusing on exploring and expanding my two new businesses and I find it hard to shut off my brain at bedtime.

This evening, while purchasing 3 burger combo meals, I stumbled into the life story of someone who was dealing with a lot of pain. She was watching my daughter spin around a hand railing. My unique child, wearing knee-high black gladiator sandals with a pink leotard, tutu and tiara. The woman asked what my job was and I blurted out “I work for the State.” Brilliant. I clarified what I actually did “for the State” and she proceeded to share with me that her daughter had been murdered by the babysitter who cared for her nearly 30 years ago. She lamented that, despite the fact she had joined several support groups over the years, seen therapists, etc., she still found herself dwelling on it and talking about it even after so many years. That made a lot of sense to me. How could one forget or “put to rest” the death of their child?

At the end of her story, she started to tear up. She thanked me for doing the work I do. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone from the general public thank me for my work. I thanked her for sharing her story. And now it’s nearly 1 am and I can’t stop thinking about her. ❤️

2 thoughts on “When You Can’t Sleep…

  1. Sometimes people wait a lifetime to tell their story to the right person who can help them soothe the pain that comes from that story. It could be anyone, but it must be someone. Perhaps you were that person or part of the solution for just being there in a receptive moment.


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