In the last year or so I feel like my life has just ground to a halt and I’ve kind of given up on myself. All my efforts are directed towards helping my dc to have a better life than mine but it feels like I’ve missed my chance.
It’s hard to express this clearly because it’s really more feelings than articulated thoughts. Logically I can see what’s wrong with what I’m saying but it’s more that I can’t connect it up in my brain.
I knew I was in a bit of a mum-slump so I started going to a good hairdresser and making my next appointment before I leave and for the first time in years I have decent hair. I reduced my wardrobe to a manageable capsule to make it easier to put myself together. I thought this sort of self care might help but it just makes it easier to hide that I really don’t give a toss about myself.
I’m encouraging the dc, helping them with school work, helping them find their passions and interest, be healthy and active. And I can’t find the time, energy or motivation to exercise, read a book, craft or write. It just all seems a bit pointless really. Can anyone relate?