Don't you hate that? You're right in the middle of a conversation and all of a sudden...what was I talking about??? Lately I've been battling the old I forgot more often than not. I can't remember, "Why did I come up here?" or "What was I going to do again?" I sound like an old woman. Having talked to my other friends around here, I've come to the conclusion that it has nothing to do with being crazy and everything to do with raising children. As a Mom, you're supposed tackle a million things at once. That works for a while and then somewhere along the line it all just becomes gibberish. We go, go, go, until we can't, can't, can't. Learning how to filter out the kaous and find some time of quiet can be challenging. But what is the cost of not doing that. For me it is more and more confusion. I spend that time a study with God and all of a sudden things are clearer. Well I hear the pitter patter of little feet so that's the end of this for me(:
I feel not so much a storm as a little shower of emotional rain. My mind is filled to the brim with thoughts and trying not to go batty trying to sort them through on my own. Then I start feeling isolated as I have no one to talk to. I have therapy next week so I will talk then for sure. It’s not even anything bad; it’s just so full I am thinking out loud. That never bothered me before, but now I am feeling unsteady. I have talked to myself my whole life. I am certainly not going to stop now, but it feels like a gateway to the enemy deceiving me all over again. He can disguise his voice to sound like anyone else. So if my thoughts are out loud, I’m Vulnerable. I miss my friends. I have a few here and there . I miss lighthearted fun. I am just waiting for God to pull the curtain on this season and to start to feel more like myself again. I’m not asking God for anything He doesn’t want me to have, I just need to get through this little shower. I know God still has things for me to d...
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