Sister, It’s OK to Need a Break

Lately my mental capacity has been hanging on by a thread. I feel drained. Tired. My nerves? Shot.

These past four months have been heavy; hanging over my head like a cloud of worry and anxiety I can’t quite shake. I’m up all hours of the night, restless yet exhausted. My routine? Gone. Exercise? Non existent. Food? My coping mechanism.

Last week it all came to a head. Like a roadblock with absolutely no detour. I stood at the counter spoonfuls deep in a pint of ice cream fighting back tears asking myself, “when?” When is it going to end? The uneasiness and uncertainty. The noise and the chaos.

How much more? How much more can I take? How much longer without connection; without people? How much longer can I fake that everything is alright when on the inside I’m a mess?

I’ve been head down feet to the pavement, going non-stop since this all started. I can’t tell you what day it is, but I can tell you I’m tired. Mentally and physically. Juggling balls and wearing all the hats, yet everywhere I turn I see the remnants of all the things left undone. Sure, I’m tackling it all but I’m sucking at all of it. I have mental notes of groceries and crossed out appointments all over my calendar. Meetings look more like one hand on a laptop while trying to teach my toddler through workbooks and learning activities so he doesn’t fall behind. I have laundry piles five feet high and I’m giving my dishwasher a run for it’s money.

Everywhere I look, there is more work to be done.

This is the mental load of motherhood.

It creeps up on you silently, slowly. It weighs heavily on your shoulders until you can’t breathe; until you feel like you’re drowning and just need a moment. A moment to be decision-less. A moment where no one needs you, where you can be silent in your own thoughts and feelings.

Lately my mental capacity has been hanging on by a thread. I feel drained. Tired. My nerves? Shot.

These past four…

Posted by They Whine, So I Wine on Tuesday, June 9, 2020

I’ve been going for so long, fueled by adrenaline and caffeine that I never allowed myself to feel; instead I suppressed them to keep things running. I numbed myself to the reality and dug my heels down deep into more work, more doing.

Jennifer Thompson
Jennifer Thompson
Jennifer is a working mom, blogger, wife, and mama to one rambunctious little boy. Surviving motherhood with a good laugh, dance parties, lots of coffee and a glass of wine. Follow along with her blog for the not so perfect, unorganized and unfiltered working mom at

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