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I'm in a bad place. I'm hanging by a thread, twisting in the wind. I am crying out for help and nobody is listening. I don't know how much more clear I could be to those around me that I need help. I tell Steve every day how badly I am struggling. I have told my inlaws at every opportunity that I get. I have told my parents - who seem to be the most concerned about me, and the most sympathetic. But nobody is stepping up to offer help. And things are growing worse. Things are getting dire.
Too many things have gone wrong over the past few months and I've had to deal with them all myself and I am getting to the breaking point.
I have been making a little progress with Lincon's sleep problems and I am encouraged when I see that progress, knowing that I'm responsible for it - but it's far, far from being anything close to acceptable. Last night was a particularly bad night with him. And I've had a particularly bad morning.
I am sleep deprived. Frustrated. Irritated. Resentful.
My marriage is not good - although Steve would never admit such a thing. We are little more than room mates. Co-parenting. I try to talk to him about it but he walks away from me. Literally, walks away from me. It feels so disrespectful. He wants me to magically be happy. Solve my own problems. Solve my kids problems. And leave him out of any of the tough stuff. You've heard of "fair weather friends", he is my "fair weather husband". There is no effort on his part to work on anything between us. He does nothing to make me feel loved, wanted, attractive, appreciated. I do not have the energy to do whatever needs to be done on my part to try to make things better.
My appearance makes me sad. I feel like a fat, frumpy mother of two who has let herself go. In fairness to myself I haven't really let myself go so much as I have had no choice but to put all my efforts and energy into other places. And really, nobody cares what I look like anyways. Nobody sees me. I don't get out unless it's to the grocery store and the clerks there don't care that my ass is fat or that my hair is flat, or that I only had time to put on mascara. My kids don't care. Steve doesn't seem to either. I feel invisible.
The past few months have taken a serious toll on me.
I don't like where I'm at. I need change. For the sake of myself, for the sake of my family.
I've come to realize that nobody is going to help me, I need to help myself.
I can not wait for the new year to start to fix this. I need to get on it right away.
I am going to contact the expensive sleep consultant and hire her. Today. Fuck it. It's expensive and I can not afford it but I am bearing the weight of this problem alone - if I have to pay someone to help me, so be it. I can not read any book fast enough or thoroughly enough to solve this on my own. I will put all my effort into getting Lincoln's sleep habits on track, and therefore getting some sleep of my own. I need to be able to think more clearly, feel less sluggish and tired and worn down.
Then, I'm going to work on regaining my life, or should I say creating a new life for myself since whatever my life has been in the past is no longer applicable. One step at a time. The marriage. My weight and appearance. My social life. Not necessarily in that order.
Its time I started caring for myself and stopped waiting for someone else to do it.