Hello Friends. I hope all is well.
As you can see from the title Sometimes You Break, in this read you will understand what I mean.
I was recently on my husbands podcast and was asked a question about "The Burnout." I replied with what I do to prevent it. Well folks it recently happened. You don't know when it's going to happen because you think you have total control, but in reality, you don't have any control. I know it might not make much sense but just go with it. (lol)
Let me take you on the ride. I was recently sick with the stomach flu. I was totally out of commission for three days the really bad part, and lingering of it lasted two more days. I was just sick. My mental state was bugging me because I felt so bad from being sick. I am the type of person who no matter what happens still keeps on going.
I am like the bunny with the battery that keeps on going and going. I felt bad as a wife, a mother. I did very little on both ends that my husband and kids had to really help. I knew he was working his shift, handling his business, and the kids being at school all day that I knew that they were tired as well, and here they had to make up for me what I normally do in a day. It sucked. My husband kept telling me "It's ok, we got it, you need to rest." I did rest. I got better.
So let's get to the "Burnout" part. I wanted to make up really from me being sick and getting back to my normal day to day life. Things happened to where our week after I got done being sick was super busy. There were so many things that had to get done and errands to be ran, that laundry got piled up, the house was not completely messy but it was just out of order. The kids were non-stop with "Mom this Mom that." I was getting phone calls from people who only call when they want things. I was beyond frustrated. I was in state of I have given all I can give, I cannot give or take anymore.
I had a breaking point. My husband had called me like he usually does, he had asked me "How are you doing?" I immediately responded about ranting that the kids kept on and on and people kept calling only because they want something. I cried my eyes out. I was broken at that point. I was overwhelmed with everything and anything that stepped into my sight. Mind you my husband was still at work. He immediately said "Well I'll be coming home, I got you on this and I know how you are feeling" He came home from work, he was my saving grace at that point.
So yes, I do break. I was always told I was strong as I was growing up. I was told I was strong because of all the things I had endured with me being born with a cleft lip, to understanding my parents separating at a young age, to understanding that my mother had contracted a muscle disease through a blood transfusion and that some day she might pass while I was still really young. I was told I was strong because I just kept on going and not letting it affect me in a negative way.
What people didn't see was that sometimes I wasn't always strong. I had my breaks. I consider my breaks that I have my strong points, because as a normal human being you break and you get better. I don't always burn out because I know what to do to prevent, that is why I say sometimes you can control it and sometimes you can't. Sometimes you give and give and there is no more left to give to the ones that matter the most.
So I see you. I see how some of you feel when you have given all you can give and you can't give anymore. Ones life is not always perfect period your human. Think of your "Breaks" as your strong point, it just makes you better and it makes you better overtime.
Xo- Mel
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