I've been struggling for a couple of years now, but just recently I've started to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Sickness and deaths in the immediate family, burnout, being made redundant after mobbing and while pregnant, being home longer than I've ever been in my life without leaving the apartment for days, not much socializing, several surgical procedures... It's been more than I could chew, and by now you would think I could cope with everything, but the truth is, I was overwhelmed. I still am, but much less.
All these things have taught me a lot about myself and about others, about what I really want from life and with whom. I can't deny that I've been feeling pretty low but there are now more good days than bad. Something is shifting in the right direction. We can't help sickness in those we love, we can't change things that happened in the past, we can't control how people react or not react to us. And that's how it is, simple yet difficult to digest sometimes.
When I came home this afternoon after a few hours out alone trying to find clothes (failed again, got boxes of clothes I can't wear yet cos I am not in my pre-baby weight), Little Laia crawled at the speed of light to the door to welcome me and threw her arms at me. I shed a tear or two... maybe a few more. Moments like this make problems seem so small 💔🐥💖 #grateful
P.S: tomorrow I get my stitches removed, yay! Hopefully I will be able to lift Laia, be more mobile and push the buggy for some nice strolls #love #reallove #motherhood #fibromyalgia #baby #weekend #babygirl #freehugs #vscom #vscam #hygge