Friday
Another overwhelming morning with the kids, work, home, all converging into one painful pressure point. Driving to work, beating myself up again, wondering why this is so hard?
I was reminded of this article, and rereading it helped:
After you stop drinking life doesn’t go away.
You said you feel as though you’re dying, and my dear, you are. Parts of you are dying unto themselves because that is how we go from being someone who exists to someone who lives.
The problem isn’t that you’re dying, it’s that you think dying shouldn’t hurt so bad. But it should. Let it.
Gratitude Postscript
I know it’s cheesy and expected and I don’t care – I’m grateful it’s Friday.