I have two young children, and in between looking after them, I work from home and take care of the house. I have no time to myself and I'm constantly beholden to someone else's needs. It feels relentless, the dreary weather and same routine, the constant physical invasion of my body and space and mind.
I can't remember the last time I did something for myself. I see transient friends at kids events but I don't have any true friends, and my family live hundreds of miles away. I'm 40 next year and I still long for a life of adventure but it's becoming increasingly out of reach. Life seems to be slipping away in a blur of mundanity.
This morning I had a vision of cutting off the metal chains and running free like I did as a child, arms outstretched. I fear I'll never feel like that again in real life.
Does anyone else ever feel like this? I know I'm not alone.