I sat here at the computer thinking “What am I feeling?” and all I could think was ” I miss..” but the sentence didn’t finish itself. I feel like someone died, but that isn’t the case. It’s as though someone is missing from my world, but that isn’t the case either. The only thing missing , is me.
I don’t know where to put myself. I feel restless, and edgy, and dark, and sad. I have so much to be happy for. Beautiful children, an amazing husband, a kitchen I cleaned with a toothbrush and toothpicks… yet, I can’t breath. Everything is being put in it’s place slowly. My house is getting back to the way I need it to be. I can’t put me back together. I don’t have a place.
Where do I put me?
There isn’t any solace. There isn’t any peace. It’s as though my soul is just tired.
I lean on God. I pray. I know he has me, and that is likely why I am still pushing through this. My faith is one of the major reasons I am still here. My children need me to be better. My husband needs me to be better. I need this wolf to stop chasing me.
As hard as this is, she is worth it. they all are.