Finally, it's friday. After a exhausting and trying week, I am sitting in bed enjoying the first few moments of this long awaited weekend. I cried twice this week. Once because I was being emotional. And once because I felt stressed. I like to pretend that I'm stronger than I really am. I like to tell people that things don't bother me, when in fact they eat me up inside. I have to stop pretending and I have to start speaking up. It's hard for me to ask for help. And its definitely hard to speak my truth to the ones who love me most. But for some incredibly strange reason, I can open up to a total stranger. Is that weird or what?
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Not at all strange! That's why people hire therapists...also strangers. :)
Posted by: Taylor | March 07, 2009 at 07:38 AM
i have been sick since the beginning of the month with a sinus infection, but remained in denial until 3 days ago when i went to urgent care...and for that reason i have been going to bed everynight as soon as i get home and sleeping in till i HAVE to leave for work which is why i am catching up on your blog during lunch (tofu scramble---although i still can't smell or taste anything).
Of course due to hormones I have had slight moments of tears at the most ridiculous things
1) movie "first daughter" when katie holmes finds out her love is actually a secret service dude.
2) the opening credits to "chopping block", some cooking show.
3) reuben telling me that i have eaten potatoes (3 days in a row for breakfast, lunch and dinner---tater tots, mashed and fries) everyday and i am not getting enough protein....
none of those things warrented any tears but we can't control these things. let the tears roll, sometimes its all better afterwards.
Posted by: maggi | March 15, 2009 at 04:36 AM