Just when you think, this is hard, this is crazy, this must be the thick of it…suddenly it gets thicker.
Medications, NDIS reviews, restrictive practices, all of it is coming in hard and fast and changing and then the same. Same is worse than better, same is worse than worse. I think the variation gives some kind of hope, but then when it feels like its hard in the same way every day, then you start to lose the light at the end of this lifelong tunnel.
Hope tomorrow is less anxiety. Less guilt, less anger, less tears all of that is me. I have happy moments but far out its so consuming to be in the weight of the managing it all and managing our babies and managing money and managing the business, the duties, the everything. I dont know when the theoretical self care and reset and time is supposed to appear…at 3 am?
Back to my emails.
A Journey to Joy 