In moments of profound struggle, I often find myself reaching out to a higher power, asking, "God, where were you?" This question echoes my feelings of despair as I navigate the overwhelming responsibilities in my life. I feel broken and alone, longing for reassurance and support during this challenging time.
Managing the intricate web of responsibilities—working full-time, caring for my husband, and maintaining our household—often feels like an insurmountable burden. As he battles Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures (PNES), the emotional and physical toll weighs heavily on me. I find myself juggling the bills, the house, the lawn, his care, and my job, leaving little room for my own needs. It’s exhausting, and I sometimes feel like I’m navigating a storm without a compass.
I need to acknowledge the feelings of brokenness and loneliness that wash over me. These emotions are valid and deserve recognition. Caring for someone I love while managing my own responsibilities creates a sense of disconnection, and I often feel isolated in my struggles. It’s okay to feel this way; it’s part of my human experience.
In the depths of my struggles, I remind myself that I am not alone. The feelings of being broken and overwhelmed are part of a larger narrative, one that many have traversed. By seeking support, acknowledging my emotions, and taking small steps forward, I can find a path toward healing and resilience. In my journey, I hope to discover the strength within and the comfort of community, reminding myself that even in the darkest times, there is hope and light ahead.
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