I can't write for tears.
The criticism, fears & struggles have sapped my belief in any hope I had of being a good enough wife, mum, anything.
The list of "to-do" is insurmountable when even the most mundane task takes the skill of a hostage negotiator & renders every judging eye piercing you.
Am I "good enough?"
Will everyone laugh out loud when all those plates I'm spinning come crashing down into a million pieces breaking my heart, my family & tearing my soul with them?
Then the whispered promise "I've got you"