Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Wednesday, 4 September 2024

Midlife - Yikes


 



I turned 44 a few months ago and it really hit me that I am now classed as midlife.  When did that happen?! 

Thursday, 17 November 2016

Time For An Update.

This is why I love Autumn.


Hi Everyone!! The last month has been a busy one for me and I feel I have neglected my blog a little so it is time for an update.

Wednesday, 14 September 2016

Hello Again.



Hi everyone. Sorry for the silence on here over the last two weeks. It has been a bit hectic here with getting back into the swing of school, nursery, swimming lessons and everything else thrown in too. I also got my books from Open University for the second module of my degree.

Saturday, 11 October 2014

I hate the guilt

As many of you will know I have recently been told that all the issues I am having just now, the feeling unwell, not having energy, not being able to leave the house due to it all, is down to my hormones.

I have started my medication for this and I am on day 3 of the first course. So far no change but it is very early days.

Not a day goes by that I don't feel guilty.

I look at my children and wish I could be a better mum.  A mum who can go outside and run around with them and take them places.  With all these symptoms I can't do this stuff and it breaks my heart.

Then I look at my husband.  My poor husband who has to deal with all my rants and tears.  The man who does it all and I mean everything, apart from the days that I have the energy to do anything which seems to be rare.

This has caused many argument between us.....of course he is frustrated, angry and upset I understand that 100% I know he gets fed up of hearing me moan I can't blame him for that.  There are times I bottle it up because I don't want him to know how I really feel.  I also know many people who think I am just lazy and don't want him to be happy or have a life away from me that is so not true.

He goes to London in a few weeks and I am nowhere near the way I want to be.  I wanted to be better by November because I knew he was going away.  If the doctor had diagnosed me sooner maybe I would have been and everything would be back to normal.

I am only 34 I should not be feeling like this and it hurts,  I want my life back but clearly my hormones have other ideas.

Until then I guess I just need to feel guilty every single day, even though I hate feeling that way.