<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534629635897631484</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:28:45.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsey&#39;s Blog Noir</title><subtitle type='html'>A life and moments in no particular order.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseysblognoir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534629635897631484/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseysblognoir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alzheimers Awareness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14298065626966697320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534629635897631484.post-5137744825855811016</id><published>2015-09-06T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-06T09:41:02.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Self Reflection</title><content type='html'>I have been in a rut. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s been about a 2 year rut. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know what to call it either...depression...anxiety...all of the above? &amp;nbsp;All I know is I feel lost. &amp;nbsp;I feel apathetic towards my faith in God. &amp;nbsp;I feel apathetic towards my marriage and worst of all, I feel like my kids somehow pick up on this. &amp;nbsp;Funny thing, because I get a lot of satisfaction in my job, but none of it translates at home. &amp;nbsp;I love my kids but I am becoming the person who feels isolated as a parent, even maybe ill equipped to be a good mom. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not a bad mom or anything. &amp;nbsp;My kids have food, shelter, nice things, but I feel like I have been drained of motivation for being an exceptional parent. &amp;nbsp;I hate the zoo, I hate going and doing &quot;kid things&quot; and I don&#39;t know why. &amp;nbsp;Maybe its the other moms that I see, that make me feel like i&#39;m a sorry comparison. &amp;nbsp;Maybe its that its hot outside and I&#39;ve seen the small, sad little Albuquerque Zoo a million times and i&#39;m bored, maybe its that i&#39;m so emotionally and physically tired that walking around aimlessly with 2 kids feels like a huge chore. &amp;nbsp;Maybe that&#39;s all selfish. &amp;nbsp;And then I feel guilty. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s a vicious cycle. I am starting to become bitter and resentful of my home life. &amp;nbsp;I know this because I hate being home. &amp;nbsp;I love my family, but they also annoy the living shit out of me. &amp;nbsp;If its not my kids, its my husband. &amp;nbsp;He makes me feel like i&#39;m inadequate. &amp;nbsp;He takes over parenting at the slightest hiccup, which I guess I should be grateful for, but I feel like its his way of saying that I cant handle even my own kids and i&#39;m somehow inept at coping. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know how i;m supposed to learn to be better at these things if i&#39;m never given an opportunity. &amp;nbsp;We aren&#39;t a team. &amp;nbsp;We are just two separate people dealing with our kids two different ways, and that hurts everyone. &amp;nbsp; I feel off kilter. &amp;nbsp;I want to take time for myself to get back physically where I feel like I want to be. &amp;nbsp;I want to work out and have a body im proud of, too. &amp;nbsp;But i&#39;m so damn exhausted. &amp;nbsp;If I have to pick between sleep and working out, I always pick sleep because im always tired. &amp;nbsp;I know something has to change. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve tried medication for anxiety and that was terrible, but I also dont know what else to do. &amp;nbsp;I feel like if something doesn&#39;t change I will end up living a life I already resent and I will die unfulfilled with how I lived. &amp;nbsp;Funny because my job is to help other people get their lives together and I cant even fucking do it for myself. &amp;nbsp;I have no friends here to talk to or relate to and I feel so empty. &amp;nbsp;I pray and it feels unheard, I live and it feels unsatisfying and I exist on a pane that is just numb. &amp;nbsp;I want out of this situation and I dont know how to help myself. &amp;nbsp;I want a family that is enriching and full of joy. &amp;nbsp;I want &amp;nbsp;husband that feeds my soul and actually feels like my other half. &amp;nbsp;I want joy. &amp;nbsp;I want romance. &amp;nbsp;I want so much to just be able to laugh and have fun with my kids. &amp;nbsp;I want my faith to mean something and be real. &amp;nbsp;Right now its just a shell of what I think I know. &amp;nbsp;I want to much.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindseysblognoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5137744825855811016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lindseysblognoir.blogspot.com/2015/09/self-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534629635897631484/posts/default/5137744825855811016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534629635897631484/posts/default/5137744825855811016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindseysblognoir.blogspot.com/2015/09/self-reflection.html' title=' Self Reflection'/><author><name>Alzheimers Awareness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14298065626966697320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>