If a situation brings me to shaking tears in a matter of moments chances are I’m missing a boundary somewhere in there.
Fact: I am going through a ton of stuff right now.
Our whole lives are changing. Good, Bad, and indifferent. But Change is hard no matter what the motives. And change with children is exponentially more difficult.
Fact: I have a lot of fabulous, healthy support.
For others to believe I am “enough”, just as is, it’s out of this world. These people are helping me in ways I wouldn’t have believed I deserved. They guide, but do not make decisions for me. They don’t tell me mine are wrong either. The thing is, I think they believe in me. I’m not just some F*** up to them.
Fact: I have a terrible habit of people pleasing.
If you tell me I’m doing something wrong, my first instinct is to believe you. And next, my head spins with hatred of myself for not seeing something, for missing a “T” or an “I” on the list. It never crosses my mind until too late, that you could be wrong.