Sometimes we put on a brave bravado and a smile when inside we feel like we’re drowning.
Sometimes we’d like to come out and tell people how stressed we are.
I have a hard time finding the correct balance between letting people know enough so I just don’t seem like a disturbed grumpy person, and not telling too much to where I seem like a complainer and whiner.
Endulge me for a moment ... Perhaps it will help me to just get it out.
-The truth of the matter is:
-Lots of times I feel like crying, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
-I’m too busy for such drama.
Sometimes I wish I would just have a complete mental breakdown because some time in a mental institution would seem like a nice vacation.
-I would never do that because I'd miss my boys too much and things would fall apart without me.
-I love my children dearly, but sometimes they drive me crazy.
-I worry about my kids a lot. I hope I’m doing enough for them, but I often feel like a failure.
-I think I could do more if I could find something to do that makes me happy. What is my calling? What am I good at?
-I know I need to do more for myself because a physically and mentally broken down wife and Mom doesn’t benefit anyone.
-I’m tired. I think I could sleep for a full week.