PMS, misbehaving dog, overwhelmed with moving back to the US and all the work that entails, trying to finish a big graphics project ... that was the first week.
This week a reminder about my family and how screwed up they are: a division between the "Ivy Leagers" and the stepchildren who didn't go to college but are really just as smart and in some ways more accomplished. We share a lake cottage thats now into the 3rd generation of owners and its such a messy situation ... what used to be the best place in the world is someplace I'm not even sure I want to have in my future. Self-absorbed, selfish people making me have this big psychic breakdown this week and I'm sure they have no idea I left the east coast to distance myself from them, even though it was almost 20 years ago ... its like I never existed.
I feel so tired and yet I have so much to do. My body feels old before its time. I know the AL is killing me. I spent 2 days this week in bed, hungover but also just wishing for the peace of sleep.
I know these problems pale in comparison to other peoples' but it still hurts SO MUCH. I always wanted this big loving family, which I thought I had, but it turns out it was all a big lie perpetuated by my grandmother, who was my role model as a strong female, and perhaps the biggest liar of them all.
So now I need to get out of this funk. It feels like the storm has passed. Onward and upward. Please forgive me for asking for encouragement. I hate to ask for help or sympathy as I usually feel I am unworthy but I'm trying to get over it.
Thank you.
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