Hi, I'm a new girl here.
I've been carrying a lot on my plate, pun intended, so much I can't eat anything on my plate 🥲
Husband lost job, 50 years old and starting over. We have a short lead time to secure new employment. Thank goodness.
My youngest, 18f, is college bound. I know this is the way, but my heart ❤️🩹
Aging parents. Every time the phone rings, my nervous system explodes.
My oldest, 22m, angry that he cannot afford to get out on his own. We have managed to make a separate space for him. But I get it, at 22, I would not have wanted to live at home either. I love seeing him everyday though.
And me. In the throes of perimenopause. Hrt helps but it only scratches the surface. Doctor thinks hyporexia. Waiting for labs to come back. He is pushing SSRI's. I don't think I want that. My true saving grace, a hot shower and singing at the top of my lungs. I'm so tired of taking care of everyone and everything, that there is nothing left in me.
There's so much more, but I'll save that for another dinner.
Thanks for listening.