Lately I've been feeling very disconnected. I feel like I'm losing myself. This happened when I was planning our wedding, too. I started feeling like I was being defined by our wedding. I wasn't me anymore, I was Scott's fiancee. Now, I don't even have that. Yes, I am Scott's wife. I am a daughter, sister, cousin, and friend. But what does that all really mean? I'm having a hard time with this. I think that my self worth is defined by what I'm doing. What I'm planning, creating. When I'm not working on a project, I feel a little lost. Like I'm adrift in my life, but going in no direction. Right now, I'm concentrating on babies. But then what? I know that I will be much busier when we do have children, but I'm pretty busy now. What kind of mother can I be? How can I teach my children to have a strong sense of self, to be confident in who they are, and be true to themselves at all costs, if I can't even begin to do the same? I'm worried that my life will never be enough for me. That my family, my job, and my friends aren't enough. I get so easily bored.
None of this is coming out right, but if you bear with me, it may all make sense in the end. I hope...
I'm a member of a private chat board with about 20 other girls I met on the knot. Some of them I count in my circle of best friends, some I don't really know all that well, and some of them I am friendly with. I feel very distanced from the board lately. Part of his comes from not being able to participate as much as I used to. Part of it is simply being discontent with myself.
I am having guilt pains just writing this. I love my life. I love my husband. I love my family, and I love my friends. I have a job I am happy with, 3 awesome dogs, a house I adore and friends I can count on. i just don't understand what is missing from my life. Most days I think it's children. The other days I worry that it's not. I am not the most patient of people by any means. I can't even begin to imagine what life with an infant will really be like. What if I'm not really cut out to be a parent? What if I'm just supposed to be an awesome babysitter? What if we have a baby, and it turns out I'm a horrible mother?! I've never been a mom before. Never had one person's well being completely in my hands. What if I drop the baby, or think it's ugly? You aren't supposed to think your baby is ugly. What if I'm that girl???
That was a lot of "what ifs" in one paragraph. These are the things that run through my head. I have a constant fear of not being good enough. I think that might where my need to plan comes from. If I spend a ridiculous amount of time planning something, I don't really have to do anything else. If I figure out every little thing we could possibly need, or that could go wrong, I already have an answer. Hopefully it's the right one, but an answer nonetheless. It takes the guess work out of decision making. I am less likely to make a mistake. Which in normal people is a good thing. Preparation is a positive thing. But in me, it turns into a compulsion. I am constantly researching everything. When I don't do the research I am not happy with my choice, and I am prone to making rash decisions to try and correct it. Which begins a circle that I can't find my way out of.
I don't thik that there is anything I can do, say, hear, buy, research or feel thatwilll help. But I pray toGod there is, and that I figure it out in a hurry. I don't think I can lose anymore of myself before I'm lost forever...
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