I know I’ll be fine soon but I have to remind myself to take a breath often. That sounds so stupid-how do you forget to breathe. Well kids trauma does funny things to your mind and body.
The swirling and burning has returned today as I struggle through things that make me wanna crawl inside a tiny hole and camp out till the world is better again. You know at least I would crawl into a hole if I wasn’t so claustrophobic.
I woke up this morning to get ready to do laundry and realized I definitely put on the pounds and once again am reminded I did so and no longer have a baby to blame it on. Rough enough right?
Not even close….close my eyes to rest before retreating to moms and dream of things I can’t shut off. My brain likes to play games and remind me of what I’m going through and that the world continues to spin around me. Others are still having babies and moving through life even when I’m not.
This struggle bus brought to you by Freddy Kruger and the gang….
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