I just want to leave for a week. Go somewhere warm with a beach and lie around in the sun.
But life isn’t like that, is it? At least not once you have a baby.
I’m afraid of where my life is going. Or rather, where it isn’t. I had so much potential once. There are so many things right now that I wish were different but I feel trapped to change.
I wish I had more friends and were closer to my family. But my family all live far or abroad and I don’t know how to make friends living in an isolated suburb in the winter. I just want to move…but I can’t because my husband is in medical training. I wish my mom lived with us. I’m concerned about her since my dad died. She too has cancer. I guess I’m going to lose her too.
I’m overweight, I have been watching what I eat super-carefully and it’s made no difference.
I’m tired and sick all the time myself these days. I don’t accomplish anything I need to, whether it’s housecleaning or work. My husband watches the baby way more than I do despite his grueling job. I have no energy.
I don’t want to be in this rut forever.