I Can't Sleep When I Have Too Much On My Mind
I can't sleep tonight. My life has been a stressful mess for several months.... OK, that was a lie. My life has been stressful for several YEARS.
I thought I was hiding it well... The fear, the hurt, the sorrow.
I have a younger Sister. We are very close... I love her, I admire her, and I absolutely cherish her. She was born when I was 10 years old to our mentally ill Mother. Due to Mom's illness, I stepped in. I, in a way, was her Mom, her protecter, teacher, nurturer.... her constant in a messed up childhood.
My Sister phoned today. She said the last months she sees the stress on my face. She thinks I should go to a counselor " just to talk and have someone listen." The strange thing here is that I quit college before I, myself, received my masters in counseling. I have always been HER advisor, not the other way around. SHE thinks I should talk to a counselor. It was surreal to hear her speak it.
If there is one who loves, sincerely loves and cares about me, it's Sis. If she sees the change in me, I have to trust that it's present. She was so tender, so worried, so hurting for me.
I just shook my head, thinking, no, I am strong. It's just that too much has happened all at once, I think. Maybe when I reread this tomorrow it will help clarify things.
I don't know that divulging this will help me sleep, but I DO know that I thank you for taking the time to read my drivel.
I am embarassed and need to either hurry and press send, or erase. Again, thank you to those who find this. Hugs.
I thought I was hiding it well... The fear, the hurt, the sorrow.
I have a younger Sister. We are very close... I love her, I admire her, and I absolutely cherish her. She was born when I was 10 years old to our mentally ill Mother. Due to Mom's illness, I stepped in. I, in a way, was her Mom, her protecter, teacher, nurturer.... her constant in a messed up childhood.
My Sister phoned today. She said the last months she sees the stress on my face. She thinks I should go to a counselor " just to talk and have someone listen." The strange thing here is that I quit college before I, myself, received my masters in counseling. I have always been HER advisor, not the other way around. SHE thinks I should talk to a counselor. It was surreal to hear her speak it.
If there is one who loves, sincerely loves and cares about me, it's Sis. If she sees the change in me, I have to trust that it's present. She was so tender, so worried, so hurting for me.
I just shook my head, thinking, no, I am strong. It's just that too much has happened all at once, I think. Maybe when I reread this tomorrow it will help clarify things.
I don't know that divulging this will help me sleep, but I DO know that I thank you for taking the time to read my drivel.
I am embarassed and need to either hurry and press send, or erase. Again, thank you to those who find this. Hugs.
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