I feel like I’m on the cusp of a change. Something has to give and it might just be me.
I’m feeling less guilt when I fall asleep at 5:45 on the couch because of a horrible day at work. Tom steps up and makes dinner for the girls and I don’t feel as bad about that as I did a few months ago. Things are hard right now and I’m trying to stay afloat. I’ll take all the help I can get to do just that.
I feel lucky that my home life is good. That I have a spouse who is kind and loving and takes up the slack that I’m leaving in my wake as I struggle just to get through the day.
My girls are sweet and loving and they just want me to feel better, emotionally, physically, mentally.
I want that too. I’m trying. I’m trying so hard.