lmh2402
05-05-2011, 03:30 PM
anything, really. i'm so tired of always waiting for the other shoe to drop...and then still having that punched-in-the-gut feeling when it does in fact fall.
it feels like no matter what we do, we're always a day late, and more than a dollar short.
i'm tired of stressing to the point of being unable to sleep. i'm tired of being angry at my husband. i'm tired of crying in inappropriate places and at inappropriate times. of not being able to fully function at work b/c i'm too preoccupied and too tired.
i'm just tired.
i want to be happy, but i don't even know what that means. b/c really, i know in the scheme of things, my life isn't half bad. i'm sure people would say it's actually pretty good. but the day to day, living it, it doesn't feel nearly as good as maybe it would appear.
it feels chaotic and unstable and scary and lonely and hard. really sad and hard. i miss being happy. and i'm so sad for my DS, to have a sad and angry mama. i try to never appear sad or angry at life in front of hm, but i feel like he knows. i feel like my energy is maybe contributing to some of the issues that he then exhibits. so it becomes a cycle.
the chicken and the egg, which precipitated which...does it even matter? b/c our issue are far greater than DS' proclivity for epic tantrums and obsessive focus on/repetitive talk about totally random things. i just fear that these things (the tantrums and the perseverative stuff) is just one more thing to add to the list of stuff we've somehow managed to f' up/cause along the way. b/c back to the beginning, somehow, no matter what...we never seem to be able to get out of our own way.
i am just so tired. to my bones.
it feels like no matter what we do, we're always a day late, and more than a dollar short.
i'm tired of stressing to the point of being unable to sleep. i'm tired of being angry at my husband. i'm tired of crying in inappropriate places and at inappropriate times. of not being able to fully function at work b/c i'm too preoccupied and too tired.
i'm just tired.
i want to be happy, but i don't even know what that means. b/c really, i know in the scheme of things, my life isn't half bad. i'm sure people would say it's actually pretty good. but the day to day, living it, it doesn't feel nearly as good as maybe it would appear.
it feels chaotic and unstable and scary and lonely and hard. really sad and hard. i miss being happy. and i'm so sad for my DS, to have a sad and angry mama. i try to never appear sad or angry at life in front of hm, but i feel like he knows. i feel like my energy is maybe contributing to some of the issues that he then exhibits. so it becomes a cycle.
the chicken and the egg, which precipitated which...does it even matter? b/c our issue are far greater than DS' proclivity for epic tantrums and obsessive focus on/repetitive talk about totally random things. i just fear that these things (the tantrums and the perseverative stuff) is just one more thing to add to the list of stuff we've somehow managed to f' up/cause along the way. b/c back to the beginning, somehow, no matter what...we never seem to be able to get out of our own way.
i am just so tired. to my bones.