Game. Set. Match.

I’ve written this about 100 times in my head. Within the boundaries of my brain, I can make it sound elegant. I can spin it so it doesn’t sound dark, dreary, or scary. But the truth is, I can feel it coming back. I can feel its cold, lifeless hands slowly grasp my neck and start to pull me under.

It starts the same. The stress about money, bills, where to come up with $600 for the down payment the orthodontist needs for Taylor’s braces. Where will the money come from for Christmas? Then, I start thinking about the holidays. Usually I try to work as many as I can. This year, I’m only working Thanksgiving. I have to face the fact that we celebrate holidays alone.

I look around my living room. I can snuggle with my dogs, and my kids. I feel nothing. I feel so empty on the inside. I can smile and put on a show. But on the inside I am crying. On the inside it hurts. I can feel those hands trying to pull me under. I can feel myself trying to struggle to keep breathing. But its hard. And its not new. I will keep breathing.

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