It wasn't until I was diagnosed with post-partum depression after Bun was born, that I realized I must've had it after Gabbers too.
Maybe I'm thinking about this all because the glimmer and glitter of the holiday season is behind us, and there's still several feet of snow, but I think I'm depressed. And I think I have been for at least the month of December.
Last night I cried and cried because I feel like a failure as a mother, as a sister, as a friend, as a visiting teacher, and as a primary chorister. I feel like I've let everyone down. We missed church nearly the entire month of December due to sick kids and half of November. Last minute nearly EVERY Sunday, I've called my sweet friend Jill and asked her to pick up the sacrament bread to get it to church on time. She always does and so kindly.
I only had one sister to visit teach the month of December- and I didn't get around to it. I had a message and a gift for her- and I just never called.
My kids are acting whacko because they need more attention, structure, routine, family scripture, etc. At least we're still having family prayer.
When Danny's grandma passed away last week, I cried for about an hour straight. I felt so guilty that I didn't say good-bye. I didn't even make a call in time. Today is her funeral, and I'm 1000 miles away.
I haven't taken the Christmas tree down. I don't know if it's laziness, business, or just because I don't want to let go of a season I didn't really enjoy.
I am sad Journal. Why do you only get these kind of entries?