Last year my dad died.
Towards the end of last year, my husband left me. Utterly unexpected to me. I thought we were good. Been together for 30 years. He went about it in a particularly unpleasant way, very premeditated and unkind. Long term affair. Financial lies.
He left and didn't look back. I've been managing the fallout for our children. I've been managing everything. The financial side has been particularly stressful. And just, fitting in all the sports and taking them to stuff and doing, well, all of it.
I'm selling the house. Have to. It's quite a process. It's like a whole extra job.
I am a hod at my school and I lead another initiative, as well as full time classroom teaching. It's quite full on. My team don't really know what I'm dealing with in my personal life. I keep work and personal separate. And my job at work is to support others.
I've been doing okay. I think I've been doing well. It's a lot but I'm still standing.
But just recently, I've been struggling to maintain friendships. Replying to texts and seeing friends feels like yet another thing I have to do. I worry that might not be healthy.
And I'm a bit tearful recently. My kids were at the kitchen table playing video games and singing along to the radio and it made me sob. (they didn't notice 😁 I slipped away).
I suppose I'm asking on a practical level of there's anything I could / should be doing? I am carrying a lot because there is a lot to carry. But I can't crumble. And I suppose I worry I'm starting to show cracks. I need to do it all for a bit longer.