I slowly sank down to a sitting position on the bathroom floor. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I had been feeling overwhelmed for quite some time, and I just couldn’t hold it in any longer.
There were numerous reasons for me to be under a higher level of stress. To start I had three kids in sports which kept me chauferring someone every day of the week. My husband started a new job, which should be a good thing, but he took a 25% pay cut and had been working 10 hour days, 6 days a week for 2 months straight. In those 2 months we had only had 3 days off together. I only work part-time as a nurse, but between that and freelance work that I do online I was working 30 hours one week, then 70 hours the next.
The world was flying at me in speeds that I couldn’t keep up with. My house was a disaster, which only increased my anxiety. My extended friends and family were no where in sight. You see, it seems as if I was the rescuer for everyone else, and when I was at my breaking point no one was around.
I leaned my head back against the wall and wiped away my tears with my forearm.