I started this blog with the intention of finding my purpose. It abruptly turned into a place for me to grieve, a place that I could safely release those horrible feelings.
I finally had my baby and found it, that was it, this was my purpose.
But now it's five years later and I've lost myself. I'm her mom and I love it and she's the best part of my life, but sometimes it feels like she's the only part of my life. Apart from being Mommy, I have no idea who I am anymore. I have no social life. I have no sense of style. I have no real hobbies; for like an hour or two a day I crochet and watch a TV show but that's it. I scroll social media, but it's just something to do to fill time. And I know there are other things I should be doing- there's an endless supply of laundry and dishes, but finding the motivation to actually get up and take care of things is a struggle. And then I feel like a lazy bag of crap when I don't, but that turns into a vicious cycle. The worse I feel, the harder it is to take care of those things.
I am a snack getter, a meal maker, a juice fetcher, a pair of eyes to find all the misplaced things.
I'm tired and I'm lost.
But I'm Mommy and that should be enough, right?
