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  • #10222

    egbumblebee
    Keymaster

    Do you ever feel like the more you go, the easier it gets?
    Until suddenly you realize you’ve built so much momentum that you’re rolling down a hill full speed and can’t stop. Suddenly, you hit a tree, or a wall. And you sit there exhausted, hurt, and dazed. Suddenly, a bunch of debris comes tumbling down the hill and smothers you.

    And for a while, you just lay there, underneath it all, unable to bring yourself back up.

    But leaves and branches fall from the tree, more debris comes down the hill.

    You tell yourself,

    “it’s ok”

    You’ll take care of it all when you’re able to pick yourself back up.

    Then suddenly you’re ten feet deep, and you have no clue how you’ll get yourself out. And the thought of getting yourself out is so overwhelming, that it takes all your energy to even consider getting up.

    By some feat, you end up getting up and out. You clean up some of the pile, and the less imposing parts get swept aside. You start back down the hill, and the cycle continues.

    Is there a way to stop that cycle? To slow yourself down? Breathe a little more everyday? Be a little more productive? Some how stay on top of your tasks, and your child’s tasks, and your wants and needs, as well as your family’s, and have fun, and eat well, and sleep 8 hours, and go for walks, and plan for your future, and so on and so fourth? Is that possible? Or do you simply gain momentum, moving forward amazingly in one area, or a couple areas of your life, while sneakily neglecting the less pressing parts of your life. Until suddenly, it all catches up with you, and you get knocked over.

    I had a hard day today. Nothing in particular happened, or was wrong. A couple of small scratches on top of an old wound and suddenly it’s infected.

    I’m worried about my brother. I’m always worried about my mom. I’m mad at Willow’s dad. I hate where I live. I wish I could make more money, go to school, and be the perfect mother. I have about 7 trash bags of clean laundry sitting in my closet that I need to fold and put away. The next 2 days are going to be very busy- and so is most of next week. I have about ten things on my mind that I need to remember. But I know I’ll forget them. I can’t write them down; if I write them down, it’s another to-do list to add to my 20 or so existing to-do lists. I was short with Willow today, all day, because I was so stressed out, and I’m mad at myself for that. It’s the holidays and I’m wondering how I can have a happy thanksgiving and Christmas with my daughter and make it back to the shelter for my 9pm curfew. There are are lot of things about where I live that I dislike and disagree with, and I feel helpless to change them; and angry about that. Willows dad has to move from our old apartment at the end of this month. And even though it’s a new beginning for all of us in a way, I’m heartbroken over the symbolic permanence of the end of our family.

    And more and more.

    And my mind won’t let up.

    I keep trying to remind myself to release these difficult emotions into the universe. To allow my higher power to take some of the weight off my shoulders. But I resist letting go of these thoughts and feelings; I hold on tightly to my anxiety and stress. Why? I don’t know.

    I close my eyes, take a deep breath in and out. It’s a relieving breath, that makes me realize I haven’t done that nearly enough today. I open my hands, palms up, to the sky, and allow my mouth to relax and lips to curl into a soft smile (thank you, DBT).

    Today wasn’t all bad. I had a small win with my bank (they reimbursed me an overdraft fee). Then I celebrated by getting subway since I was technically $40.00 richer (not really, but I let myself pretend). I talked on the phone with my twin brother, which I do not do nearly enough. He made me laugh, and forget about being angry. I got my laundry done (even though I didn’t fold it or put it away). Willow took a nap in her crib for about 15 minutes; which was incredible considering it’s happened only a handful of times in her 8 months of life. I felt loved by willow. I ate Halloween candy.

    I guess what I need is, is to have these days.

    Days where everything is hard and stressful and I barley make it through. The kind of day where, when your mom asks you how it went, all you can do is cry.

    Sometimes all I can do is open my palms and allow them to come. Sit through the hard days, weeks, and months. Do what I can to survive, and be ok with just surviving.

    I can give myself permission to struggle and get behind, and stay behind for a while.

    And know that when I’m able, I’ll stand up, pick up the pieces around me little by little, and move forward once more.

    I need to keep enjoying my small wins, and finding happiness where it finds me.

    I must remember that although it may feel like forever, it’s only for right now.


    And this, too shall pass.

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  • #10252

    torry22
    Participant

    First and for most.. you can tell that you are an amazing mom who is trying so hard. I feel there is so much that I can say, but I really want to say that your resilience and strength shine through. I love the saying “This too shall pass” and I really believe in it. Thank you for sharing so much about you and what you are thinking and feeling. Willow is extremely lucky to have YOU as a mother. Keep your head up and keep going on for Willow but also yourself.

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  • #10305

    egbumblebee
    Keymaster

    Thank you so much Torry. It means so much to hear that, raising a child is not easy, but I do try with everything in me to do a good job. I love Willow so much and I hope that I am doing a good job raising her– being a mom is the hardest, most wonderful thing I’ve ever done and I’m so glad I have this community of support to stand by me in the difficult times xx

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