Everything in my life turns into a major problem.
With each day, I just feel more and more stressed out. Between the kids, the housework, my volunteer work and my crochet business, I just feel like throwing in the towel.
I don’t want to get up in the morning, because when I do, it’s just another day to have things go wrong. This morning, before the kids got up, I was having a cup of coffee and working on a crochet order, it’s a white sweater and I’m almost finished, I knocked my coffee cup over and it dumped all over my work. I realize that this is not the end of the world, but it sure feels like it.
That’s the problem. All of the little things that happen to everyone in life, feel like horrible things to me.
Going to the grocery store or post office, making dinner, returning phone calls or doing laundry, it’s all just too much.
I enrolled at my local community college to start classes this fall, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to go. Something is going to happen to prevent me from attending.
I have good friends and I don’t feel like talking to them. It’s just too much work because I don’t feel like I can’t tell them my problems. I’ve always been the one who had all her shit together, I’ve always been able to handle everything, I’m the one they look up to to help with their problems.
There was one time that I broke down and told a friend how I was feeling. I got yelled at. Now she’s always watching me. If I tell her that I had a drink, she’s worried that I’m becoming an alcoholic. If I tell her that I like having a routine, I have OCD.
Maybe I’m becoming depressed. It runs in my family, my mother has been depressed for over twenty years. I feel like I’ve been fighting the problems she’s had my whole life. I don’t want to end up like her.
It would be so nice to have some time to myself, to do what I want to do. I get so tired of always doing things I’m expected to do.
I need a break.
Sorry for the rambling, I just had to get it all off my chest.