Category: Burnt out
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Decisions, decisions.
I’m afraid to say it out loud because I feel like “life” is waiting for me. Waiting to hurt me. I’m scared that if I tell you I genuinely like my job, like the office, admire the building and even love the pretty park across the street – that life will overhear me and run…
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Great ball of fire.
Or in my case – ball of FUCKING RAGE. I don’t know where it came from or why it’s here, but I AM ABSOLUTELY RAGING. Everything makes me want to scream. Have you ever gone through this? I don’t have the patience I’m very used to having. I’ve worked in offices and mostly in a…
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In a crisis
Alun and I have had a pretty good marriage these last 8 years (12 altogether including dating and engagement) because we’ve been blessed enough to take turns having meltdowns. Praise God, the things that stress me out are “too easy” for Alun and the things that stress him out are things I think are “totes…
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Bloganuary – What are the Pro’s and Con’s of Procrastination
It’s blessed my heart to read so many responses and see the same line in so many blogger’s posts: “…As a procrastinator…”. It’s made me feel so much better because it’s not just me! Hahahahaha. So good. The Cons: It causes me great anxiety to know something needs to be done and that I need…
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#Bloganuary – What’s my dream job?
What’s your dream job? My whole life, I’ve wanted to be a Kindergarten Teacher. I love children and even when I was a little girl, I’d set my bedroom up as a classroom and teach younger children everything I knew, bless my heart. As a teen, I was always involved with kids clubs and after-school…
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Plan B
Today I’m fortifying my castle walls and to protect myself as I rebuild, I’m not going to interact with anyone if I can help it. I’m going to stay in my room all day so that no one can talk to me. Yesterday really traumatised me and I’m not sure how to recover from it…
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4 Policemen, 2 Ambulance officers, flashing lights…and a tearful husband.
I’m struggling, guys. I’m really struggling. I don’t feel anything apart from grief, loss, rage, confusion and a profound hurt that has sunk into the marrow of my bones and physically makes my body ache. Alun won’t believe me and if I talked to a friend about how I’m feeling, I’m so scared I’ll burden…
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There’s no substitute for compassion
The latest thing out there right now is all about “manifesting” goodness, wealth, health, happiness etc into your own life. “If you believe it…you will achieve it“ Sorry, (not really) but that’s utter bullsh*t. Believing and – for the love of God – manifesting *shudder* good things can only get you so far. I think…
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Just…do what you can.
Depression is an insidious bastard. I’m caught up in it’s awful, sticky grip right now and it makes very simple things suddenly very difficult. Like showering. Showering means I have to take off my clothes. All of them. Already I am overwhelmed at the thought of undressing. It already feels like too much to have…
"I get knocked down, but I get up again" 