Yesterday was 'just one of those days'. One of those days where my mind raced, my anxiety was through my chest/up my throat, and the tears fell and fell.
One of those days when I wanted everything to be perfect - and I know that's impossible.
I worried about my kids - wanting to make sure they know how much I love them, wanting to be the best mom I can be to them. I worried about getting old (my birthday is just a few days away), I worried about getting Alzheimer's. I thought about Mom. I felt guilty for not being around more when she was really sick.
You name it, I thought it... and felt it, and ached.
And when those days happen - they completely trump the good days I had had before... I had done well for about a week or so. It's just so damn hard trying to gather all of this. It's exhausting.
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