S.R.
Sorry if you were done getting responses and don't want more, but I'm compelled to answer having teetered on the abyss of chaos myself. I decided awhile ago that I needed to give myself a break. I have declared to the world (and my husband) that I am not a super-woman and I can't do it all. It's very hard for me to let go of perfection, and now and then I crumble under the chaos of 3 kids (14, 12 & 10), a 30/hr week advertising job, a husband who's hanging on to his job at Ford, and a house that's not worth what we owe but needs work done in the thousands of dollars. I was told by a spine specialist that I needed to get a hobby to relieve stress and thus chronic, low-grade pain I've dealt with for years. I laughed at that. But signed up for a Yoga class, started reading again, assigned my kids chores, and let my husband do the dishes more often. I also started taking Welbutrin, which seems to have a subtle yet positive effect. I'm not religious but am faithful. What I discovered was my feelings are mine. I have no control of them, but do have control of my actions. All the bad (and good) feelings come and go. I'm human and perfectly imperfect. I don't get it right all the time. I yell at my kids when I should have hugged, don't give my job 100%, let the dust bunnies and dentist appts pile up. But I'm okay. I can explain to my kids I'm sorry for not understanding, work a little extra when I am full of energy, and set aside time to focus on the things I've forgotten. I'm okay.