
So there are seasons in life where we go through painful transitions. For some reason I wanted to look up some famous poetry and so I wikipedied Robert Frost. It said:

Robert Frost's personal life was plagued with grief and loss. His father died of tuberculosis in 1885, when Frost was 11, leaving the family with just $8. Frost's mother died of cancer in 1900. In 1920, Frost had to commit his younger sister, Jeanie, to a mental hospital, where she died nine years later. Mental illness apparently ran in Frost's family, as both he and his mother suffered from depression, and his daughter Irma was committed to a mental hospital in 1947. Frost's wife, Elinor, also experienced bouts of depression.[3]

I know it sounds silly but it warmed my feelings towards my own situation and to being a new Mom again with two kids. At least I'm not grieving the loss of a loved one or anything similar.