I’m having a hard time.
There, I said it.
I feel myself folding in on myself.
I do everything I’m supposed to do throughout each day. I work, care for my child, interact with my husband, laugh with my mom, etc. But the entire time I’m hyperventilating on the inside. My thoughts are erratic and I’m in a constant state of stress.
I have zero attention span, I’d rather be hiding in a book or playing the new Family Guy game I’ve discovered on my phone. Anything to be invisible and alone. But I can’t do that. I have responsibilities. I have people that I love, that depend on me to be present. Continue reading “Light in the Dark”