Some days, I just feel like falling apart. Like the life I lead is all wrong. When I think that the choices I’ve made have not all been the best ones. Like my life is pointless. On days like these, I feel tired- exhausted- and disheartened. I want to pull the blanket over my head and stay in bed all day. I feel as though I can’t find the energy it takes to get through an entire day.
When I used to have days like this, I really would fall apart for a little bit, spending the day in bed and pampering myself. Re-evaluating my life, setting new goals, etc. Nowadays, I don’t have that luxury anymore.
I can’t fall apart. Not for a day, not even for a few minutes. I have two little beings who depend on me now. I am solely responsible for their well-being, physically and emotionally. They are now the glue that holds me together. And every smile and laugh from them shows me how wonderful my life really is. My main purpose in life is to be strong for them, so that I can be there for them when it’s their turn to fall apart.