The past few months have been stressful.
I’m not going to drone on with the reasons why, as that isn’t the story I am writing. I will say however, that three weeks ago I had the largest dark circles you’d ever seen. My eyes were dull, my skin was pale and I hardly stopped to look at my children’s faces as they played in the lush green grass of the backyard, or kiss my husband’s mouth, and take in the sensory detail of his warm, loving presence.
It wasn’t anything in particular, just a lot of little things. You know those moments that don’t mean much on their own, but when piled up, one on top of the other, they create a large shadow, a tight chest, a shaky hand and a racing mind. You no longer stop to breathe and take in each step, but rather race ahead of yourself on to the next task and the next, stopping only for brief, unsatisfying sleep before diving straight into a new day of endless, monotonous… Read the rest