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I was not okay. I was drowning.

June 7, 2018 By Rambling Rach 13 Comments

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I was not okay.  I was drowning. That’s the best way I can describe the last year. Maybe longer. No, definitely longer. Way longer.

Drowning.

I’d been saying, “I’m not okay,” for at least a year. To my husband. To my daughter. To my best friend. My family didn’t understand. My friend wanted me to do something about it, but I didn’t have the strength.

When you’re drowning in emotions, it’s a fight to stay afloat. You don’t always have strength to get to shore.

So I kept flailing about and the water kept rising.

Most people had no idea I was struggling.  I smiled. I  laughed.  I showed up.  But the water was always weighing so heavy in my lungs.

My teenage daughter was also drowning in a sea of trauma triggers, mental health issues and the roller coaster of first love (and loss). But I couldn’t think clearly about how to help her because I was in such mental chaos myself. My decision making skills were shot. I was barely functioning. We just kept pushing each other under.

She nearly went under for good.  I spent 14 nights sleeping next to her hospital bed in the ICU. I am so grateful she pulled through.

And what a wake up call.

The way I was living wasn’t working. Drowning in emotional turmoil was no longer an option. I was failing myself. I was failing her.

I’ve been on a journey to heal myself the last two months. She’s on her own journey. I’m realizing I can’t do it for her, and my attempts at controlling and managing her only made it more difficult for both of us. The best thing I can do right now is focus on my own inner anchors. Clear out what’s weighing me down, break through the surface, learn to float.

I’m going to start writing about it. So stay tuned for tales of psychic readings, chakra cleansings, clogged garbage disposals, amazing friendships, parking lot panic attacks, half-dressed adventures and so much more. I’m on a journey to heal my shattered pieces and figure out what I want my pieced-back-together-self to look like.

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  1. Gale

    June 7, 2018 at 5:24 pm

    Good for you! The future doesn’t have to look like the past.

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    • shrinkingmomster

      June 7, 2018 at 8:37 pm

      Fresh starts are hard, but I’m confident it’s for the best.

      Reply
  2. Susan

    June 7, 2018 at 6:16 pm

    Thanks for sharing your story. I don’t want to seem creepy so I I’d never ask what happened but I’ve been following your story for I long that I feel like…the story is not over . I hope that’s not weird…

    Reply
    • shrinkingmomster

      June 7, 2018 at 8:37 pm

      I wouldn’t think you were creepy! Thanks for following along. So much more to come.

      Reply
  3. Laurie

    June 7, 2018 at 6:32 pm

    Hard stuff. I lost myself 5 years ago. An incredibly hard journey, but I am pieced together again. Sending prayers for strength during this journey

    Reply
    • shrinkingmomster

      June 7, 2018 at 8:36 pm

      Thank you. Some days are HARD. I’m glad you’re together again. Gives me hope!

      Reply
  4. Lorraine

    June 7, 2018 at 7:35 pm

    I love you. I was drowning last year too, but for me it was being in an abusive relationship. Not with my husband but with my child. Now that he has moved out I am starting to heal.

    Reply
    • shrinkingmomster

      June 7, 2018 at 8:36 pm

      I’m so sorry – I didn’t know you were drowning or that M moved out. Love you.

      Reply
  5. Mary Cardwell

    June 8, 2018 at 11:36 pm

    I have been there, to an extent. It’s very important that we take care of ourselves, although it may feel selfish. It is not selfish. It’s imperative. So please keep caring for yourself!

    Reply

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