The ability to compartmentalize my life is what keeps me sane. But I’m beginning to wonder if I’m just bottling it all up to have a complete mental breakdown at some point. I used to spend a lot of time lost in thought and writing in a journal. I do neither of those now. My life is really hard right now and I am somehow sailing through it just fine. That worries me.
Where did my feelings go?
I think I need a break before a break down. I can’t afford the time of being broken down. My kids need me. I am the only constant in their lives right now.
Calling a therapist today. I need someone to help me put the pieces back together.