I see happy people.
I have taken a good look at where i’m at right now and realize the depth of the misery that I am in (to a point). The fact of the matter is, I have three beautiful children, a wonderful husband and an apt roof over my head. So what’s to be sad about?
Still, I feel at a loss for a purpose.
Some days I want to lay in bed and throw the covers over my head. Some days, my children call out to me and I stare at them trying to muster up the strength to do what I need to do. I’m like a machine. Going through life but not experiencing it.
This depressive state that I am in is sucking my soul away from me. Because I love being a mom and I love being a wife, but I don’t know who I am. I know who I used to be, but that girl… that woman is so far from where I am at now. And I would say that I want to find who I am but I don’t have the time or energy to pursue it.
I just feel so lost. 