We live in a culture that continually tells us to pursue a higher standard of living in order to improve our quality of life. But "standard of living" and "quality of life" aren't the same thing. One has to do with the stuff we accumulate. The other is about the peace we experience regardless of our circumstances.
There are days…weeks…even months sometimes that it seems it would be so much easier to just check-out. There are times I can barely get out of bed. My friends around me seem to have it together, and I pretend. Is there any hope, because if not, I’m not sure I wanna live anymore.
I never imagined how much bringing new life into this world would rock my own! Yes, there are times it’s amazing, but there are other times I think “I can’t do this. I don’t wanna parent anymore.” Am I a bad parent for feeling that way? Will it always be like this? How do I do this and not screw them up and also keep my sanity?
I don’t know exactly what I pictured marriage would be like, but this isn’t it. There are times I don’t wanna be married to this person. Am I wrong for feeling this way? What do I do with these feelings? Am I doomed to choose between being trapped in an unfulfilling relationship or getting a divorce?
I’m single…or single again…and I dream of having that “right person” by my side, doing life together, but it’s not happening for me…or I’m single again, and now things are even more complicated. What do I do in the meantime? I feel alone at so many levels, and the culture around me seems to compound my feelings of isolation and desperation.