I've been tearful quite a bit in the last few weeks. It has really bothered me and I talked to a friend about whether or not I may have depression.
Goodness knows, I have every reason to be depressed.
But I don't feel depressed
Despite the fact that I cry a lot
And I'm tired all the time
And want to sleep away every uncommitted moment I have.
Then I found the quote above...
I've spent the last year tackling the biggest hurtles of my life while grieving the loss of the great love of my life. It has taken every ounce of strength I possess to do this.
What I have realized is that I am
I am weary of being strong.
I am weary of being in charge.
I am weary of carrying the pain of grief.
No wonder I am prone to tears.
No wonder I am tired.
No wonder I want to sleep all the time.
I've been strong for too long.