That's the way I'm feeling right now. I just want to pack us up in the car and leave. Go. I can't really discuss what is making me feel this way, but it's one of those things where you have to do the right thing in the situation because it's the right thing to do. But you still fantasize about doing the wrong thing and wish and pray and hope and try to bargain for it to be the right thing.
I wish I could ignore what was "right" for once and do the wrong thing just because I wanted to.
Oh sweetie, in the thickest of PPD I felt this way constantly. I would daydream about it all the time when I was in my car. I'd think "I could just keep on driving
ReplyDeleteIt gets better, I promise you that. Keep fighting. Youère doing awesome. You can do this.