Tonight saw the culmination of a few months. I wasn't going to post this but maybe someone else will see this and realise they are not alone and to speak up. Straight off the bat, my husband does heaps, well more than most, my in-laws are next level and my mum is literally the only reason my family have been eating home made meals and wearing clean clothes. I love my son. I love my work. I love my life. But I am F U C K I N G E X H A U S T E D. Tonight after effectively being ushered away with an inconsolable child, I pulled over and cried on the side of the road for a solid 10 minutes. Months and months of running on deficit caught up to me and I dropped the emotional bundle. And you know what. That's ok. It's not ideal, but it's fine all the same. I know there are some who may feel the have it 'harder' or 'easier', and maybe they do. But this is not about 'better' or 'worse', it's about recognising where YOU are and understanding that that's ok. So do me a favor, don't pull a 'Sara', talk to your friends, partner, mum, anyone! When you feel that level rising, just bitch about being tired, complain that you need help, and accept when they offer. ITS OK! DO IT! And as one of my best friends did today, ask people, are you ok? It might be the push someone needs to get it all out! Just getting it out lifts half the weight. As always, be kind ❤ #bekind
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