My heart feels heavy. My mind is tired . . . overwhelmed with demands. The weight of my life is sitting squarely on my shoulders . . . pushing me down . . . taunting me with images of darkness.
I long for quiet . . . for sleep . . . to be absolutely alone . . . if only for a short time. I long for the ability to understand . . . to interpret . . . to meet their needs without all the drama. Why must it all be so hard?
I fight against the anger . . . the poison filled words that swirl in my head . . . I struggle to maintain my control . . . I am the adult but I am tired.
Have I spoiled them . . . given in too often . . . why am I not heard . . . why must there be battles over everything?
I long for peace . . . for calm . . . for a time when there is not so much chaos.