To the woman silently crying alone in her car during her morning commute, I see you

To the woman breaking down at her desk, a single tear rolling down her face and wiped away quickly, I see you

To the woman laying in bed with her eyes open staring at nothing, somewhere else, thinking about what kind of child you should have been, I see you

To the woman who goes about her day while her heart is on fire and ice, I see you

To the woman who laughs and smiles and continues to pull herself out of bed and shower, dress, eat, take care of her children, husband, pets, family, career, but not herself, I see you

And I'm sorry. I am with you. I am you.