I know I wrote “Moving Forward” recently. I really believed I was going someplace. Where? I have no idea. This past weekend it hit me hard that I’m not going anywhere and I felt the depression sneaking back in. I don’t think I’ve ever been so frustrated (aside from trying to get help for my son). Now I’m fighting for me and I worry am I strong enough? Determined enough?
I feels as though I have tackled and defeated the demons that plagued me concerning Thomas. But the ones plaguing me still need to be conquered. The fear and uncertainty of who I am or want to be other than a wife and mother Is rocking my world. In no way do I wish to abandon my present roles. I want to fully embrace them while creating and nurturing a separate role that is mine alone. Make sense?
Thank God I was able to locate a new to me thrift store in Manhattan and score a pair of True Religions. At least in my thrift life all is right.
Menay O; mom to 4, Christian and thrift shopper on the side... 