Post by camismom on Mar 16, 2004 10:03:17 GMT -5
This post is completely and totally a therapy thing for me in just allowing me a way to get it off my chest. My mother is not one that I can call anymore, my dh doesn't completely understand try as he may(we had this convo just last week) and I know my bf has to be tired of hearing it, so I'm typing it for the world to see if they stumble across it.
I am so tired. Tired of work, tired of never having enough time, tired of battling the ever-constant battle to keep the weight off, tired of dealing with ADHD and it's struggles, tired of the fight with my pre-teens new pre-teen behaviors, tired of the constant health problems of my mom's, tired of life in general.
Don't take this wrong, I am not suicidal, just stressed. I get up every morning at 4:30 and exercise, get ready for work while I "fight" with my dd to get ready on time, come to work where I spend eight hours (not counting lunch), go home help with homework, do house chores, exercise some more, go to bed and get up the next day to do it all again. Throw in Tuesday night tumbling, Wednesday night church, soon to be Thursday night softball games for dh, and any other thing that comes about (like frequent hospital stays with my mom) and I never stop. I pass out each night when I get to bed, and am always tired. I feel myself being angry at the world. I grumble through my days and don't feel like being bothered by anyone. I laugh at myself sometimes as I hear the out-lud comments I make to the "morons" on the road as I drive to work in the morning. I feel myself grumbling about everything and not truly enjoying anything anymore. I do all this "stuff" I absolutely do not want to do (exercise, work, clean, etc) and hate every minute of it but do it because I know I have to. I have become quite a bear to be around at times, and know I must be difficult to live with. I want so bad to just stop it all, give it all up, and yet I know I can't. I have to work, unless I want to live in sub-standard housing as my dh puts it. I grew up on welfare, food-stamps, and in the projects. I don't want to return. I have to exercise to keep my own health good and weight down so I don't follow in my mom's foot steps. I have to help my dd and fight for her - noone else will. I have to... and that in itself is stress inducing. I need a break, but don't know any possible way to get it. My dh tells me I have to just let it go and not let everything bother me so bad. I wish it was that easy. I really do. I look at what I do have - a wonderful husband that adores me, a healthy daughter, a nice home, a nice car, a good paying job, my health, etc. I tell myself it could be worse. At least I have a job to go to. Some people who desperately need one don't. I tell myself "so what my dd has ADHD, at least I have a dd. I know peiple that would give anything for a child and can't have one." I tell myself as I'm grueling on the elliptical
"at least your able to do so. Some people can't even get out of bed." All this makes me feel better for a while, but I can't help but to drift back to the negatives. Life would be so much better if I didn't have to work. Work interferes with my life. I would have more time with Cami, more time to be there for my mom, more time period. Oh, if I could only find a way...
There is no solution to this. No fix. I just have to find a way to cope. Wish me luck, and sorry for the rambling. Thanks for letting me get it off my chest.
God bless you all...
I am so tired. Tired of work, tired of never having enough time, tired of battling the ever-constant battle to keep the weight off, tired of dealing with ADHD and it's struggles, tired of the fight with my pre-teens new pre-teen behaviors, tired of the constant health problems of my mom's, tired of life in general.
Don't take this wrong, I am not suicidal, just stressed. I get up every morning at 4:30 and exercise, get ready for work while I "fight" with my dd to get ready on time, come to work where I spend eight hours (not counting lunch), go home help with homework, do house chores, exercise some more, go to bed and get up the next day to do it all again. Throw in Tuesday night tumbling, Wednesday night church, soon to be Thursday night softball games for dh, and any other thing that comes about (like frequent hospital stays with my mom) and I never stop. I pass out each night when I get to bed, and am always tired. I feel myself being angry at the world. I grumble through my days and don't feel like being bothered by anyone. I laugh at myself sometimes as I hear the out-lud comments I make to the "morons" on the road as I drive to work in the morning. I feel myself grumbling about everything and not truly enjoying anything anymore. I do all this "stuff" I absolutely do not want to do (exercise, work, clean, etc) and hate every minute of it but do it because I know I have to. I have become quite a bear to be around at times, and know I must be difficult to live with. I want so bad to just stop it all, give it all up, and yet I know I can't. I have to work, unless I want to live in sub-standard housing as my dh puts it. I grew up on welfare, food-stamps, and in the projects. I don't want to return. I have to exercise to keep my own health good and weight down so I don't follow in my mom's foot steps. I have to help my dd and fight for her - noone else will. I have to... and that in itself is stress inducing. I need a break, but don't know any possible way to get it. My dh tells me I have to just let it go and not let everything bother me so bad. I wish it was that easy. I really do. I look at what I do have - a wonderful husband that adores me, a healthy daughter, a nice home, a nice car, a good paying job, my health, etc. I tell myself it could be worse. At least I have a job to go to. Some people who desperately need one don't. I tell myself "so what my dd has ADHD, at least I have a dd. I know peiple that would give anything for a child and can't have one." I tell myself as I'm grueling on the elliptical
"at least your able to do so. Some people can't even get out of bed." All this makes me feel better for a while, but I can't help but to drift back to the negatives. Life would be so much better if I didn't have to work. Work interferes with my life. I would have more time with Cami, more time to be there for my mom, more time period. Oh, if I could only find a way...
There is no solution to this. No fix. I just have to find a way to cope. Wish me luck, and sorry for the rambling. Thanks for letting me get it off my chest.
God bless you all...