A few weeks ago I watched the movie Catfish. I had not heard about it, and I was intrigued to watch the story unfold, documentary-style -- a story of a woman yearning so intently for something different in her life that she went to unbelievable lengths to escape, if only in her mind.
It is a movie I will not forget, to be sure.
Because I can identify.
OK, so I wouldn't have done what she did --and I don't want to spoil the movie for those who may be hitting up a Redbox soon.
But ..... I know that feeling. That feeling of wanting something more ... needing something more than what makes up your life.
And even just saying that brings on the guilt--because I have many blessings in my life.
But I have been through my share of sadness, too. And I have learned lessons that I wish I had never had reason to learn. Here was the most difficult: as much as it hurts to see your child suffer with a disability, there are things that hurt much worse. And sometimes, you so badly want your life to be different, that it can reach desperate levels, like it did for the woman in that movie.
So, I don't know what others might think of what she did. I certainly don't approve. But I understand what motivated her.
I wish I didn't.