This will probably sound very frilly, so I do apologise, but ...
I was going through a really, really shit time of it a few years back and my head was all over the place. I always used to read my DD a story before I settled her down for the night, so we were curled up reading Dr Seuss' 'I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew' for the first time. We were on the last page, and I was reading aloud to her:
'But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready, you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!'
I burst into tears. For some reason, those words hit me incredibly hard. It's sounds ridiculous, but they did. The got under my skin for reasons I still cannot explain. And my scrumptious 6yo blonde haired, blue eyed angel grabbed my hand, looked up at me and said in a very serious voice, "Oh mummy, I think we need to get you a big bat!"
My heart honestly broke into pieces, but in the best possible way. It was like the 'snap' that had been looming over me for so long finally happened, but I was much better for it. It was just what I needed to clear my head and get a little perspective. It was the first time I properly realised that I could draw strength from my daughter - that my daughter made me strong and that there was absolutely nothing I wouldn't do or face or tackle for her and the precious life we have together. We're a wee team, her and I, and we don't need no bat!
It was a massive turning point for me, daft as it sounds.
Bloody love that kid!