Oh sister, wish I was closer so I could come over, get u, & we go cruise the island! The entire time I was reading your post, I kept saying to myself...that's me, omg, that's me, oh no...THAT'S ME! We as women are expected to do so much that sometimes, we lack our own needs or the needs of a loved one! You are doing a great job Reen! I am sure that your family is very appreciative of it all. Maybe all you need is a quick getaway to remind you of how great a person you are, & why you continue to do what you are doing! You will be truly blessed for taking care of Dad! call me if you need anything..luv ya
Wednesday, November 30, 2011 4:45:00 PM
I told myself that I would blog at least three times a week this year. I have failed miserably in this area.
Writing is something I love to do. My diary has also suffered from my lack of desire to sit down and right. One of the ways I destress has always been writing. Now, in one of the most difficult times of my life, I have yet to sit down and sort it all out. In my 20's and part of my 30's, I used alcohol and cigarettes to ease my pains. It was definitely a way for me to relax and slow down and get my mind off the world. That is probably one of the biggest reasons why I think of my former life so often.
When my ex-husband and I finally parted ways after being separated for 2 years, my normal routine was to drink as soon as I got off work. And I didn't just have a beer or a cocktail, a meal, and call it a day. NOPE. A dear friend and I would turn the cocktail and meal into a party even if it ended up just being us at the house. We would drink, drown in our sorrows a little then call some guy friends that we had met over the weekend. LUSH. Plain and simple, we were LUSH.
I often think about the rush I got from the alcohol. The feel-good, feel-invincible, feel-unbreakable, feel-alive feeling -- I miss that. Though I could never and will never characterize myself as being depressed, if I ever did feel depressed, I imagine that it would feel like how I've been feeling lately.
I miss my moms, no doubt. But it's not just the missing her that leaves me in a funk. It's also the aftermath of her leaving. The aftermath consists of the following:
1. My father, the lonely widower.
2. My two young brothers - one just turned 18, the other just turned 14.
3. My duties as a diligent and dutiful daughter has left much to be desired by my husband.
4. Having to take over the duties of paying the bills for the household;
I'm kind of burnt out and I have no outlet anymore. I don't feel sorry for myself but I do feel a little STUCK.
I have my own dreams and desires to do big things. Big, for me, at least. There are things that I'd like to do that are just for me. Thus, I think of the alcohol and the backyard barbecues and the sweet release that comes from destressing.
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Close this window Jump to comment formOh sister, wish I was closer so I could come over, get u, & we go cruise the island! The entire time I was reading your post, I kept saying to myself...that's me, omg, that's me, oh no...THAT'S ME!
We as women are expected to do so much that sometimes, we lack our own needs or the needs of a loved one!
You are doing a great job Reen! I am sure that your family is very appreciative of it all.
Maybe all you need is a quick getaway to remind you of how great a person you are, & why you continue to do what you are doing! You will be truly blessed for taking care of Dad! call me if you need anything..luv ya
Wednesday, November 30, 2011 4:45:00 PM