That moment when you realize that the…
- aches and pains
- bone-crushing exhaustion
- total inertia
- mood swings
- hiding from people
- flaking out on responsibilities
Might not be PMS or jet lag.
And you’re already getting pharmaceutical help.
So, there’s some shit you really actually need to deal with, like for real.
Pushing it down with food isn’t working.
Ignoring it isn’t making it go away.
And you don’t really know where to start.
Well, you do.
Well, I do.
But prayers turn to sawdust on my tongue. Tangle in my brain.
If I’m tired of my own voice, surely God is, too.
Tired of the same questions, the same doubts, the same struggle.
2 thoughts on “that moment”
How well I understand and am so horribly sorry. There is a special crown for “tortured” souls. Momma loves you. Jeanne
Good thing you’re not God (who never gets get tired of your voice)….
Bummer day. Saying a prayer for you…as others have for me.