I’m struggling with my mood lately.
I’m so cranky and angry at the world. It feels like depression is trying so hard to creep in and set up a tent in my subconscious mind. I’m trying hard not to let. But in the process I feel so angry.
Maybe the depression has set up camp- and the anger is my defense mechanism to prevent me from hating myself and feeling incredibly sad all the time.
All I know is that I’m feeling so extremely moody. I want to scream and cry and I’m avoiding the horrible thoughts for now - but I’m not too proud of the thoughts I get in the meantime but they’re better than the alternative.
Mostly they’re about hating other humans, hating the world, feeling cast out, feeling excluded, feeling disconnected- etc.
I *should* be feeling certain ways - excited, proud, whatever else - for the birth of my new daughter soon. But I’m not. I dread it. I’m feeling defeated, I’m feeling neglected, I’m feeling hurt, I’m feeling as if I mean nothing more than the baby and giving birth. All too familiar feelings.
I know I will love this baby with all I am. Nothing could ever change that. I’ll be the best mother I can be and I’ll continuously aim to be better - to do better, to evolve as a mother and person. My kids are my whole life. And honestly - they’re all I am. They love and care about me more than anyone else ever possibly could.
What I know and how I feel are completely different things.
And what I feel is quite overwhelming.
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