I'm failing to be a kind and loving and patient mom, I'm failing at being an attentive wife and friend; I'm failing in all areas.
Running so far behind on every task list.
Drowning and exhausted.
Pressed on all sides.
Coming to the realization that one's best effort is not meeting - and will not meet - expectations is hard for a perfectionist. It's heartbreaking for me; so heavy on my shoulders. Being stuck here, not seeing a way to fix things, is torture.
This is where I pray fervently - where I lay in my bed and beg God for strength and for peace - because it's the only thing I can gather enough energy to do while I wait for the torturous thoughts to pass.