Category: fed up
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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’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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“I can take it”
I want to help whenever I see someone hurting. I can’t seem to help but want to go over to them, put an arm around them or automatically lift up the other end of whatever huge burden they’re pulling along behind them so that between us, the burden won’t be as heavy on that person.…
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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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The kitchen incident
As you guys know, I’ve been really, really sick these last few weeks. I’ve had to stay in at home and it hasn’t been a “fun” illness where I can lay in bed and read books…it’s absolutely knocked me for 6 and I’ve suffered terribly. So when 2 people at my work who are “close…
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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…