We All Have Bad Days

I've recently been having a bit of a hard time, and I've alluded to it on social media.  There are a few things that factor into this, but in general it's just an overall funk that I'm feeling.  I've gotten a few emails and comments telling me that I should be happy and grateful for what I have and that lots of people would kill to have my life.  I get that, I honestly do.  I have a really great life.  I have a job that I like, my husband and I make good money to afford the things we want in life, we have a beautiful healthy son, we were able to buy a house.  I've mentioned several times here on the blog how incredibly grateful I am for all that I have (seriously, look through my archives, you'll get annoyed at how many times I mention that).  But even with all of these things, sometimes I still have a bad day, or a bad week, or sometimes a bad month.  It still happens.  We all have bad days.  No matter how perfect you think someone's life looks, I promise you aren't seeing the whole picture.  So I urge you to think about that when someone tells you they're having a hard time.  Yes, you might think that they have nothing to complain about, and maybe their problems are trite compared to others (mine certainly are- I'm not facing cancer, or divorce, or death, or poverty), but they still affect them.   Sometimes you just have to allow others to have a bad day because we all have them.