Do you ever just get mad because you’re expected to always be strong and be OK? So much that even when you do struggle you have nobody to turn to, because you know they are struggling to and you don’t want to put that burden on them. Where do the strong run to, who do the strong have? Are we just supposed to struggle in silence? Is that are calling? Be there for others, but alone when it’s our own problems? I hate when I have this overwhelming feeling of sadness and anxiety, but I can’t point out where it is coming from. I don’t work well not knowing what’s going on. Sometimes I pride myself on being strong and being able to mentally deal with almost anything but that is when you know what we’re dealing with. How do you deal with the unknown?
I'm a mom of 3. Gabbi 12, matthew 6, and Wyatt 3. Gabbi is my stepdaughter. Jamie is my husband and he is the best thing ever. My favorite parenting quote is "the days are long but the years are short". I struggle with ADHD. My son Matthew was just recently diagnosed with several learning disorders. I love to journal! I have always found comfort in writing, and use it as a tool to work through my feelings. HOWEVER, I suck at grammer and spelling... so please no grammer police.