People are hounding me about how I'm going to handle scheduling with school and pre-k next year. Yeah, I'm not stressed enough.
I just feel so alone and unheard. I feel I have given so much but maybe my best isn't enough. I told my sister this week, you push someone off a cliff and they're going to fall. I'm trying so hard and I know ultimately this is a first world problem, but the pain is so great, the progress so slow, and I feel lost and rudderless at times.
Do any of you feel this way? I guess I'm asking for a friendly voice in the midst of this.
[This message edited by Iamhappytoday at 8:28 PM, April 21st (Monday)]
When I start to feel overwhelmed I try to focus on the most immediate, necessary task. If there isn't one, I just take a break!! Deep breathing, stretching, whatever. Just let yourself chill for a bit.
Your best is all you can do, so DECIDE that it is enough.
It IS exhausting, isn't it??
I'm struggling right now. Everyone talks about how proud they are of me, but behind closed doors there's much to be desired. I have never felt failure as intensely as this, and it's so hard to wrap myself around, so hard to get through the day sometimes.
Thank you for letting me vent and for responding.
This is a crazy roller coaster ride and there are many, many ups and downs. It's frustrating that progress and healing isn't linear and upward. It's overwhelming dealing with the fallout. And it's hard dealing with everyone's expectations.
I have been where you are. I remember people telling me how proud they were of me for being so strong. That was the outward me. The inward me was all over the map. It will get better; it really will!
Don't be too hard on yourself. This is a tough hand you've been dealt and you're picking up the pieces one at a time. Some days are easier, some not so much. Be grateful for small victories, acknowledge, learn from and move on from the defeats. Don't be afraid to ask for help. Hang in there, my dear. Come here for support. We've got your back.
Trying to understand the behaviour of some people is like trying to smell the number 9.
It's so hard to feel unheard when going through something like this, and you both made points that I needed to hear.
Thank you for taking the time to listen, as I have been grieving and felt alone, and your responses helped me not feel that despair as much.