Sometimes things happen in my life that I badly need to talk about – a shoulder to cry on if you will. This blog is a bit like a journal. I want to be able to discuss feelings and incidents but I know I can’t. It’s not the correct forum; it’s too public; the things I want to say are too raw.
Maybe the same is true for others in the same boat but I wonder whether any other parent bloggers out there have anything as unsettling in their lives which they also feel cannot be breached in this way?
I guess I’m lucky that I do have lovely friends and family to turn to when the going gets tough but there are times when I feel like I’m on my own and I’m floundering and I don’t know what to do for the best.
I’m sorry if this is cryptic – I know there’s nothing worse than a cryptic status update – ha! I understand though, that sometimes you just want to throw your state of mind into an arena of ‘friendly faces’ in the hopes that just one person will pick up on it and feel a little stab of concern.
I once showed up to a toddler group and pretty much sobbed my way through the entire ninety minutes – just relieved to tell somebody – anybody – what I’d been going through.
The problem with the written word is that it is so final and so, well, black and white (unless you’re using a green gel pen).
This may sound melodramatic and maybe it is. Life can be so wonderful – especially with children who bring so much joy and laughter (in amongst the little irritations and the endless demands!). We’re all just finding our way and maybe things are more green than black and white at any given moment. But when the black and white seep into my brain and I feel like I’m in a dark place I can’t put pen to paper (or digits to keyboard) and keep posting jolly stuff about romps in parks and pretty trinkets. It feels almost worse not to say anything at all though, hence this post.
Apologies – normal service will soon be resumed…