I fret about finances even when the bank account is full. I fear one of my children being harmed. I worry if I am a good enough mom or a loving enough wife. I'm stressed about our future. At times the haunting trauma of my past comes out of nowhere and invades my thoughts.

I have panic attacks. I cry. I get angry. And then it passes.

And yet, for all that.. I can't help but believe in the inherent good in humans. That constancy is my bright beacon of hope. It keeps my spirits buoyant.