I’m Not OK. The Pandemic Burnout Is Real.

Can I be honest with you? I’m not OK.

I cried every single day last week.

I cried because my daughter was in the middle of a 7-year-old meltdown. I cried because I screamed at my toddler in frustration. I cried because I broke my toe walking down the stairs…who breaks their toe?!?

How many of us thought that we’d be entering month 8 of this “new normal”? In the early days, we were in survival mode, but I never thought I would still be trying to stay afloat several months down the road.

The burnout is REAL.

There are days where it feels like life is unraveling into a deep black hole, with no end in sight.

And I think a lot of us are in the same boat.

Some days I have it together. I pat myself on the back when the kids are bathed, when I have time to make healthy meals and when the house seems in order.

But to be honest, most days I feel like I’m falling apart.

Shove a corn dog in the microwave, let my child play for hours on the iPad. At this point, I don’t care…as long as they give me 5 minutes of silence.

Stacey Skrysak
Stacey Skrysak
Stacey Skrysak is a television news anchor and writer in Illinois, but her proudest role is becoming a mom after years of infertility. Stacey is a mother to a 22-weeker surviving triplet and two children in Heaven. Through her blog, Stacey has become a voice for infertility, premature birth and child loss. These days, she sprinkles in the trials and tribulations of raising a daughter, who was once nicknamed “The Diva of the Nicu.” You can follow Stacey on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.

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