I'm on my knees. Knew it was going to be mental after covid but wow.
I thought I'd found my passion, my calling. I've loved it for years, the successes, the struggles, the tears, the joys, the kids. But I just can't any more. My dd told me I've lost my spark and she wants her real mum back, the one with the sparkle, the passion, the joie de vivre. The one who made proper teas, came home reasonably on time, and who didn't do hours of unpaid work at weekends just to try and keep on top of things.
So, with all the transferable skills, what's next? (no lion taming or alligator wrestling jobs locally
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