So my time of empowerment didn't last long. Just 2 days. I feel like I'm in a deep, dark well, clawing my way out. And every time I get a glimpse of sunlight, I reach for another handhold and . . . I slip back down into the dark and the mud and the cold. I could really use a recharge right now. I'm losing hope, or maybe I've used up most of what hope I have.
I’m sitting downstairs in my room right now, listening to music and writing and I know I have to stop and go upstairs and help with dinner and homework and then get the kids to bed; all the mundane things that take so much energy for me to perform. But I guess I’m nothing if not persistent. So, here I go again, clawing my way back up the well, fixing dinner along the way.
I’m sitting downstairs in my room right now, listening to music and writing and I know I have to stop and go upstairs and help with dinner and homework and then get the kids to bed; all the mundane things that take so much energy for me to perform. But I guess I’m nothing if not persistent. So, here I go again, clawing my way back up the well, fixing dinner along the way.
1 comment:
I have been where you are now, and I know how disappointing it can be when the hope we feel at one point seems to have drained away. But putting one foot in front of the other and revisiting the ideas can help.
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