This hits on so many different levels. I've always FELT this truth around alcoholics, even as they proclaim that their kids are their world. Their every day actions never seemed to match up to the joy they claimed to have. I felt it with my husband, almost like an itch he couldn't scratch because he was with his family. But I also saw the shame he carried when we wasn't drinking and the truth would start to haunt him.

PS Being someone who frequents recovery and trauma-healing social media, I feel like the sunshine and rainbows facade is fading. It might just be in my circle, but vulnerability is beginning to trend. ❤