Fatigue is Not My Friend

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Fatigue is DEFINITELY not my friend.  I’m a bit of a wreck when I’m tired.  I’m tired today due to being woken up by an off-colour four-year old and consequently lying awake for hours, thinking.  Being tired is not good for my head.  When I’ve had a good night’s sleep (and with the help of a low dose of happy pills) I think I’m a fairly well-balanced, reasonable person.  When I haven’t…well, I’m not.

Don’t get me wrong, I feel grateful for everything I’ve got; I accept that we’re not loaded but we’ve enough money to get by and a roof over our heads.  I feel lucky to have the option to stay at home with my children. I feel hopeful that my writing might turn into something that will eventually pay my way.  I have a lovely family and great friends.  None of that changes just because I’m tired.

The difference is that when I’m tired, my defences are down…and that’s when the anxiety creeps in.  I start to worry about money; that it’s too much pressure on my husband to be the sole bread-winner and that I should go out and get a ‘proper’ job, just bite the bullet and go back to teaching.  I fret obsessively about spending, like forking out for two lots of uniforms, the impending and necessary buying of expensive school shoes, the fact that we need a new fridge freezer that doesn’t leak, a new tumble dryer (without a broken door) and a decent bathroom.

I still feel lucky to have the option to stay at home with my children but I also get resentful of the constant demands and bickering.  I worry that I’m not spending enough ‘quality time’ with them because I’m on my laptop for large chunks of the day.  I’m short-tempered and feel annoyed at myself for taking out my moods on them.  On days like this I feel physically sick when our eldest wants to play out because I convince myself something awful will happen to him when he’s out of my sight and I half hope it will rain so he’ll stay in where it’s safe.  It’s not rational but it’s how I feel.

On days like today, I don’t feel the least bit hopeful my writing will turn into anything that will earn me a living.  I think I’m kidding myself, playing at something futile, wasting my time.  It feels like a laughable pipe dream and I feel crushingly sad that I won’t fulfil my aspirations or gain the sort of professional and personal recognition that I crave.

Despite my lovely family and great friends, on days like today I feel lonely to the point where it feels unbearable.  It’s like being in limbo; not being the best wife, mum or friend I can be and not doing anything of any consequence, either…and then I feel horribly guilty and ungrateful because I AM doing something meaningful, looking after my three beautiful boys.

Yet, on days like today, I can’t help feeling ‘invisible’.  I should be satisfied to be JUST a mum and JUST a wife with writing as an enjoyable hobby but I can’t help wondering:  Where the hell did I go?  Who am I without something just for me?  And then it feels as though I’m failing spectacularly and frustration kicks me right between the eyes.

I hope I get a good night’s sleep tonight.  I hope that tomorrow I won’t feel like this, or that at least it won’t be so overwhelming that I feel like I’m drowning.  Today, the happy pills aren’t enough to stop the negative thoughts creeping in.  Hopefully tomorrow they will be.

4 Comments

  1. I’m with you on this one. Everything is flippin hard work when you’re exhausted. For me, when I’m especially tired is when the guilt kicks in. I didn’t read enough/at all with them today, I gave one more attention than the other, have I been paying enough attention to what and how much they eat, etc etc etc…….! I’m learning to accept its a knackered day and some sleep will shut my brain up for a while!

  2. Thank you for writing so honestly, you really are not alone in this. I am in the same boat and some days are fine, but others I feel like this too. I think it’s a bit all or nothing at all with the work issue. My friends who work would like to be at home more and vice versa!

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