 A Mid-Mom Crisis From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Tough Times Won't Last But Tough People Will By Julie Chavez The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence. ~Denis Waitley On a sunny Wednesday in May 2018, I sat across from my new therapist in her small, square office. Kim's slim legs were crossed at the ankles as she listened to me, the thirty-eight-year-old woman in a puddle on the brown couch opposite her. I cried through the entire hour-long appointment. I was depressed and anxious, confused as to how I — a competent, capable, educated woman — was able to slide so far, so quickly. "I don't know what's happening," I told her, my voice heavy with frustration and exhaustion. I paused to blow my nose, adding to the pile of used tissues collecting in my lap. I was folded in on myself, my shoulders pushed forward by the weight of my ever-present anxiety. "I feel like I'm having a midlife crisis," I told her. As I said these words, I knew they were inadequate, but they were the only ones I could find to express my sense of being unmoored, adrift in the sea of my busy life. I rubbed my hand against the surface of the couch next to my leg, feeling its rough, raised texture. (Keep reading)  |
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