Down

I think it’s fair to say people would normally consider me a pretty positive, happy person.

I don’t know where that girl is anymore. I’m not coping very well. I’ve been under a constant stretch of deadlines at work over the last few weeks and I’ve barely been able to come up for air. It feels like most of my waking hours anymore are spent working. My chest feels tight more often than I’d like, my tummy is restless, I sigh a lot. I often feel on the verge of tears, but nothing comes out. I don't feel like talking, reading blogs or posting. I’m feeling distant from my husband. I long to be able to play with my kids without the nagging feeling that I should be working.

I hate, hate, hate feeling this way.

I met a discovery deadline today (reading 400+ permit files is fun, I tell ya!) and so I’m feeling a little lighter. I may even be able to avoid doing any work this weekend. Maybe.

I’m leaving work early now. I’m going to go for a run in the sunshine and attempt to brush this off.