JEKBreatheandBelieve
Diamond Member
As Misery, is also the name of a part (DID) of mine, this seemed to be a fitting title. I just got back from a week long car trip vacation. My husband, two boys, and I traveled to see friends and relatives. That means a week of trying not to be crazy. That's hard. It's hard not to show my true fearful reactions. It's hard to keep my parts from popping out (though overall they are pretty good about not doing that around people, but a whole week was hard).
And I have been plagued by dreams about teaching. They would be nice happy anticipation of a new school year dreams, except that I made the decision not to work again next year. I feel like a failure. I feel miserable. I feel like I definitely made the wrong choice and only made it out of fear. Though I know there were other reasons, I can't think of them or make them count more than the feeling of being wrong.
I am tired all the time. I can't summon up enough energy to play with my kids and I am going to be left with my kids by myself next week. I don't think I can handle it, but I have to. But I already feel the failure that will come setting in.
I feel like I am just taking up space. Yet, there is a part of me that feels that I must hang on. That there is something more, but for now, I just feel overwhelmed with misery.
And I have been plagued by dreams about teaching. They would be nice happy anticipation of a new school year dreams, except that I made the decision not to work again next year. I feel like a failure. I feel miserable. I feel like I definitely made the wrong choice and only made it out of fear. Though I know there were other reasons, I can't think of them or make them count more than the feeling of being wrong.
I am tired all the time. I can't summon up enough energy to play with my kids and I am going to be left with my kids by myself next week. I don't think I can handle it, but I have to. But I already feel the failure that will come setting in.
I feel like I am just taking up space. Yet, there is a part of me that feels that I must hang on. That there is something more, but for now, I just feel overwhelmed with misery.