(I’m so aware of people battling worse circumstances than me, I need to emphasize that from the outset. I can only speak from my own experience, that, I hope, is a given.)

This week someone asked the question: ‘how long before things get better?’ I try to avoid this wondering because there may be no end to it this side of heaven. I do my physio as best I can but always I feel the pressure to look better, walk better, be better than I really am. I wonder if you feel like that in your own way? There is always an unspoken pressure to look like you are succeeding at life, and a horrible shame if the truth comes out.

Life is hard, let’s admit it. Every Monday I force my brain to set on the positive side. But that is only one aspect of me. People often remark as to how upbeat I am, but only those who know me best see my struggles. I’m telling you this because I hope that you can be set free from all the expectations you pile on yourself and have the courage to live the truth about who you are.

Watching the short film about Princess Katherine this week, I saw her struggle a little, to appear like she had a handle on this terrible, unpredictable disease and to use soft focus to comfort everyone watching. I felt for her.

Maybe your story of motherhood, fatherhood, marriage or career is not the way you hoped it would be. Maybe you are desperately trying to present a good picture to people around you. One thing I know is this: the ones who stand with you when the mask falls are the truest friends of all.

When I’m by myself, I get comfort from the truth that God is with me and loves me. Sometimes I talk to Him about my struggles. You should give it a go. There is no requirement for pretence, forced smiles or soft focus with Him. This is you, and He will always love you, no matter what.