Rollerbaby

After riding an emotional high last night I find today I'm struggling. I'm quiet today; going about my work with solitude and serenity. I'm tired.

Last night we had a Christmas Party and I truly enjoyed it. I didn't have many conversations but the ones I did were interesting and friendly. Most of the time was spent dancing with my kids...and by myself. I just didn't care that sometimes it was just them and me just cutting loose. I loved it, they loved it.

Bit today I'm flat. Hormones have left me drained and depressed and I feel dreadfully alone. Some days I'm tired of just carrying on, especially in the face of someone else's depression.

Why do I always feel as though I've got to be the uplifting one so that the other person doesn't plunge too deep down? Why do I feel as though I have to make the effort? There are days where I wonder who is there for me?

This too, shall pass. Sometimes I find its helpful just writing it down, acknowledging how I feel and emptying myself so that I can process it and keep on going.