You’re Not Of This World, Mon Cher A different kind of post
I have been racking my brain for three weeks about what to write.
I have a notebook full of awesome ideas.
I have pictures from events I intended to review.
But for the last three weeks, I’ve had no words.
I’ve been feeling less than myself….But I don’t know why.
Could it be depressions? Is it just mercury in retrograde, messing with my feels. I just don’t know.
The last three weeks have been nothing but headache an turmoil.
I hear my husband telling me that I am better than the shit storm that is washing over me.
I see the boys and their smiles, their tricks to make me laugh. Yet all I want to do is lay in bed.
Each week had one day of glimmer and shine, that dulled the very next morning.
Sometimes I think it’s all in my head. So I turn off the TV, the internet, the phone and just listen as the tears build up in my eyes and run down into my ears.
I know this is a different kind of post, it’s a post about self-care.
I know this is a different kind of post, but I needed to get this out, into the world, into the universe so that I can get back to me.
I miss her. I hear her, she’s ready to come back. And this post is the open door to allowing her to breathe again.
*deep breathes* That feels better.