The Shame of it all.

The shame of it all.  I was forty seven years old, and I was falling apart.  A strong, capable, successful person,  multi-task oriented woman, proud of being able to “do it all.”  All of a sudden, I was no longer able to cope with the balancing act of life.  This new state of being did not make any sense to me at all.   I don’t remember how I began the journey back to happiness.  I just remember that i was sitting in my therapist’s office crying that I was so tired.  I was tired of not smiling.  I was tired of not being able to care for my kids.  I was tired of not being able to cook dinner.  I was tired of working so hard to figure it all out.  I was tired of the hopeless feeling.  I was tired of not understanding what was going on.  I was tired of blaming it on one thing one week, and another reason the next week.  I was tired of wanting to crawl into a cave.  I was tired of the embarrassment.  I was tired.

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