I am simply existing. I exist in my marriage, I exist in my home, I exist as a friend and as a daughter. It is becoming a struggle to be "on" for my children as I feel this black cloud of depression descending upon me like so many instruments of psychological torture.
My mind is weary. My body is exhausted. I am simply existing; I am hardly living.
Not related, but THANK YOU for the comment! You are very sweet. This is the best I've looked out of my three pregnancies. But I have 8 weeks left...there's still time for my looks to go downhill! Way for me to sound positive about that, huh? Thanks!
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