I thought I was feeling strong enough to go to Target (after having a bad day) for wrapping paper, and I was wrong. I was overwhelmed and panicky the entire (10 minute) trip.
Some days I don’t know how I do it. How do I wake up, and put on a happy face for my son, when I just want to lay in bed and cry all day.
I don’t know why this is my life.
I don’t know how this became my life.