Why are we so afraid to show that we are hurting… that we don’t have it all together… that we feel sad, tired or overwhelmed?
Why do I have to be in control all the time?
What’s so wrong with sitting with and acknowledging that I am sad instead of stuffing it back down inside me?
Right now I don’t know how we’re going to get through this next term of school. I am weary before we even start.
I want to run away from it all, or hide and sleep.
So instead I am going to acknowledge the weariness, my anxiety and my sadness. I’m going to sit with it, embrace it… do with it what it needs. And be
Totally frustrated and over it all tonight. I’m sick of this ditsy blond person I have been, losing things, not thinking straight, dropping stuff.
The house is a total mess. The piles of stuff loom at me, the clutter keeps me on edge and I just don’t ever seem to be able to get on top of things.
Today I read this:
I hate that I’m on medication for my anxiety, but I find that it helps. When I accidentally miss a dose though, I get messy withdrawal symptoms. Even though I have had it today, I’m still all over the place. I hate being in this place. I hate being disorganised. I hate that I’m losing things and doing silly things.
Just overwhelmed by it all.
So no Miss M now till Sunday week… a mixture of tiredness and relief… yet…
I’ve just eaten enough for 2-3 people. Ordered takeaway- feeling ill from all the fat and grease. Self inflicted. Feeling sorry for myself.
self aware… yet I still did it
Have been back home for 2 days after spending a wonderful 11 days in Victor Harbor- back to reality and it’s all starting to feel overwhelming. How am I going to get it all done? Will there be money in my account when the mortgage and electricity bill is due? Can I get Miss M into the school my heart and head is telling me she needs to go to? Will the Dept fund it? How many jumps and hoops will we have to navigate for it all to happen?
It churns round and round my head, my stomach. I’m not always aware of it till I realise just how tense I am holding my body, or how tired I feel, or how much I am eating.
I want to live the life of faith. I truly believe that God has said that He will provide and that the bills will not go unpaid. I can’t see a way at the moment for any of this to happen- but I guess that’s what faith is… stepping into the unknown holding the hand of the Saviour.
Needing to get stuff out of my head again. Life has changed significantly- in a good way- but it is more complicated- also in a good way.
Anxiety has crept back in (when I wasn’t looking and busy doing life).
Parenting is hard- of course! Foster parenting is hard- another obvious statement. But even after 18 months it continues to surprise me how emotionally exhausted I get. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I chose to do this and I’m not prepared to give up.
I was chatting with my work manager end of term 4 and he was talking about the times when, as she was growing up, he didn’t like his daughter. He continued to say that regardless of not liking her, he still loved her. That statement has stuck in my head- maybe it was a God ordained moment- and I’ve started to live it.
At first it was easy to choose to love her- I had chosen to foster. We didn’t know each other- we needed to work on getting to know each other. I was an unknown figure in her life that she had to learn to trust. It was easy for me to give- my strongest love language is acts of service. Making sure she had food to eat, a bed to sleep in, got to school on time… easy to do.
Eighteen months down the track, the easy stuff still continues to be easy. The choosing to love her has become hard. I have had times recently when I didn’t want to have anything to do with her. I didn’t want her around, in my house, at my workplace. I didn’t want to have to remain calm while being- ignored, spoken to rudely, only treated nicely when she wanted something.
There are so many logical reasons for all of this.
- She’s fast becoming a teenager.
- We have only known each other for 18 months.
- I am the parent figure who gives boundaries and sometimes says no to what she wants.
- 18 months cannot undo a lifetime of trauma.
Logic explains, but it doesn’t heal when I am tired and hurting. So here I am again.
It feels like a battle today. Tired. Stressed. Got stuff on my mind that’s making it hard to concentrate. Things haven’t worked out today like I thought they were going to. What’s new really? This is life I know, but today it just feels like a real battle… and it’s waging in my head. I should know by now just how powerful thoughts can be… how they can pull you in any direction. And if you are feeling sad and tired, then it’s easy to follow the stuff that feeds that sadness and tiredness…
the battle continues, but it feels better just talking about it