I am that flaky mother this week, that cant look you in the eyes at school, because I cannot get my shit together.
I feel ashamed of my self for being tortured and haunted by my own mind. I honestly long to sleep, and sleep…
Please don’t give up on me, please continue to reach out, and ask me how I’m feeling, even if I look like I cant hold a conversation. Its these gestures and moments that are holding me together right now, so I thank you. You know who you are.
I am going through the motions of my day to day life, with a lot of help to pick up the slack. Its the shame and the guilt that is the worst.
I miss myself. I miss the outgoing personality I aim to be every day. I hate feeling the way I do, but Im struggling to shake it off this week, and no amount of Zumba is gonna work Im afraid!
Please hug me, and love me, and tell me that it’ll be okay.