I've allowed myself a few indulgent "woe is me", "some crappy things have happened to my family and I lately", "boo to the hoo" pathetic moments this week.
A touch of sooky-la-la silliness that allowed me to cry like a baby before pulling myself together, hardening up and putting those big girl knickers back on.
Then, yesterday, I met Katy.
Katy Hutchinson captivated and amazed me with her story.
Katy Hutchinson humbled and shamed me with her strength.
I could never do Katy's (or Ryan's) story justice here, but do take a look.
In (ridiculously) short, Katy lost her supremely fit, devoted, loving husband in a tragic, violent, alcohol fuelled act.
At the hands of a young man named Ryan.
Katy now works alongside Ryan - at her invitation - educating students, parents, educators and fellow human beings about the power of forgiveness.
But also about the reality of young people + alcohol + violence and what that can =.
Katy spoke to our school community this week and is a living, breathing reality check.
Katy commented this week that anger is a powerful, yet destructive emotion.
It is the emotion that killed her husband - but it also the emotion that she refused to let break her down or rob her children of their mother.
Her strength of character is testament to what we can aspire to as people.
- what on earth was I whinging about again????
I'm grateful that people like Katy (and Ryan) exist.
That my so-called 'problems' are insignificant in comparison.