Despite the humor I have in raising my children and myself, my depression can creep in without notice. In adding a year to my 30-something self this week, I’m most grateful for adding writing to my therapeutic tool box this past year.
Hey you. Yes you. Turn the other voices down so you can at least hear mine. I’m here to help you find some grace and defend your serotonin lacking beautiful brain today. I’m on your side I promise.
Your pacing is killing me though. Just sit down. Yes, I know this means one of the kids is going to notice you and probably want something from you, they’re kids what do u expect? Yes, I understand you feel broken today but your shattered pieces won’t cut them. They will actually help heal you if you can bring yourself to just hold them.
It hurts. I know. The depletion of your self worth is temporary though. Your baby girl feels the pain radiating from your heart and somehow is able to acknowledge your need for space. Don’t deny her simple, deserving moments of your attention today.
No! Do not eat another cookie. These are no…
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