It’s 8:05 pm, my friendly little angels. My darling, my sweets.
I’m waiting for truth. Strength. The power to fully be me. I feel a 1,000 lb weight on each foot, each shoulder, hanging from each hand.
Too much hurt. Too much sadness. Too much stinkin’ disappointment.
I’m working so hard to push through – to be a good mom, to do my job well, and to strengthen my faith in myself.
Too often I go to bed feeling beaten and wake up with the same reality.
I thought love was enough.
“The more you hide your feelings, the more they show. The more you deny your feelings, the more they grow.”