You see me. My smile. My laugh. My friends. My home. My life. You see all of this and would never imagine the truth. You would never know I’m a Suicide widow. You would never know that I’m a survivor.
Unless you look closely, you may miss the traces of destruction. You wouldn’t know that just a year ago my hair wasn’t this gray. You wouldn’t know that I aged a decade overnight. You wouldn’t know the battle I have fought to stay alive after my husband lost his.
Unless you look beyond my smile and my friendly banter, you may not see the grief in my eyes. If you don’t look closely, you may not see the pain that simmers below the surface. You may miss the scars that sear my soul.
You see, I seem normal to the outside. I seem like I have an average life. You’d never expect that my husband killed himself in my house. You’d never know that just a year ago, my life was shattered to pieces.
When you engage with others, be careful. You never know what others are carrying. Just because they smile doesn’t mean they don’t carry destruction under the surface. You’d never know the horrors they have lived.
What you see isn’t always the truth. People don’t always show you their scars. What you see when you look at the surface often isn’t the truth. What you see when you look at me isn’t even a fraction of the story. What you see when you look at me is what I want you to see.
What you see when you look at me isn’t the whole story. That is true for everyone. Be careful how you treat others. You don’t know what destruction they are hiding.