As I stood at my kitchen counter, tears streaming down my face I hit my breaking point. I was all done. Someone call a cab, an Uber, anything. Take me somewhere, anywhere … into the middle of the desert, to the nearest Dairy Queen or someplace that has curly fries.
I needed to be somewhere where I didn’t have to make any decisions; where I didn’t have to think about the needs of everyone around me. I needed a moment to breathe.
This is the stuff no one talks about. The messy. The unfiltered. The ugly parts that leave us feeling unworthy and guilty for needing space.
But sis, we’ve got to stop putting ourselves dead last.
You need space to breathe, too. It’s OK to need a break. Give yourself permission and the space to sit in your own feelings. To sit in your own emotions; cry if you have to, scream into the steering wheel at the top of your lungs, jam out to Beyonce with the windows down and nothing but open road.
This is hard. It’s OK to say that out loud.
I know you miss normal. I know it feels like you are alone, but you’re not. You’re doing OK. You’re making it. You’re pushing through the hard, even if it’s one spoonful at a time – like me.
