For the past couple of weeks I have been so tired. Exhausted.
The kind of exhaustion that seems to creep into your bones. That makes you wake up after eight hours of sleep, feeling just as tired as the night before.
Parenting. Marriage. Adulting. It’s been hard. And complicated. Full of love but utterly depleting.
Some days things flow so smoothly and other days it feels like I’m in an energetic whirlpool: desperately trying to swim my way out but only being sucked further and further down into depletion.
All of the parenting demands, decisions, chores and fears tearing away at me. Reminding me of how utterly human and breakable I am.
They say it takes a village to raise young children but in modern day parenting, there is often no village. It’s just you playing aaallll the roles. And it’s a lot. And it can feel as though you are completely alone in all of your struggles.
When I finally reached my breaking point I called my closest friend, whose life always seems to parallel mine as we each raise two young children.
I called her not for answers or solutions to my exhaustion, but to hear the simplest and sweetest words I knew she would gift me with…
“Girl, me too.”
And with that, my breath deepened...READ MORE
