There isn't anything BIG going on with me but there are a lot of LITTLE things.
They add up.
I'm feeling overwhelmed with my life AND this world.
I feel like I am behind, always struggling to catch up to everyone else.
Or, maybe the truth is that I am always struggling to catch up to the expectations I have of myself.
My expectations are relentless and demanding. Unhealthy to say the least.
Regardless of the reasons, I am feeling a desperate need to breath, like my body can't get enough air and at any minute I may pass out. The anxiety constantly reminding me of what I need to be doing, where I should be as a mother, what I need to look like as a wife, where I ought to be in my recovery as a spouse of an addict, and where I should be in my recovery with my eating disorder.
According to my expectations, I am failing at everything.
And I just can't seem to shake it.
