Your mother's words are wise! I don't remember who wrote a text that tells the story of a man complaining about his fate because he eats stale bread and nothing else, and doesn't realize that behind him there is another man eating the crumbs that fall to the ground. Anyway, we all go through painful and terrible experiences, but how wonderful it is when another hand holds ours and with that simple gesture we know that we are suffering, but we are not alone. A warm hug for you.