I’ve been gone from the blogging world for quite some time now. Several months, actually. For someone that blogged every day, this was a big deal for me. During my time away, I felt like a little bit of myself was missing. Not just my blogging, but a lot of other things as well.
In one of my last posts I mentioned that there were several personal obstacles that I needed to work on and therefore my blog posts would be sparce. I was wrong. They weren’t sparce, they were non-existant. I apologize to my regular readers for this time of absence, but it was something that I needed. Really needed.
Many of you are housewifes and mothers and I think that you could relate to what I’m about to tell you. Being a mother is a very rewarding experience, however an exhausting one. One day you are a strong, independent, motivated woman and before you know it, the next day you are wiping up spit-up and scrubbing the floors. At one time you had a little red dress hanging in the closet that you actually wore, then you turn around and realize that you haven’t taken that dress off the hanger in years so you pack it up to take it down to the thrift store.
I wouldn’t say that it’s postpartum depression necessarily, I wouldn’t really say it’s depression at all. I’d classify it more as an identity crisis. The video below will hopefully help explain my thoughts and feelings on the matter. Thanks for bearing with me through my time away… I truly appreciate your loyalty.
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I have been finding myself again after so many years of being “just a mom”, though mine is out of necessity. What I have discovered, though, is that I am a lot stronger than I ever thought I could be, and that there is more to life than my kids. I am discovering that I like being a woman again. I love working, and supporting my kids myself (with what little child support the ex decides I deserve every two weeks…but don’t get me started on that!). I love dating! I know it’s not the same as what you are going through, but I am here if you need to talk or vent or whatever. I can’t blog much, either, because my ex stalks my blogs to find out what’s going on in my life, and I refuse to let him know. We’re friends on Facebook, right? I find myself posting more over there these days.
Either way, I can’t wait to see where your journey takes you.
Well I’ve been wondering where ya were, but totally understand what you’re going through. Believe me, it’s not just you. Doesn’t make it easier, I know.
I stayed home with my kids for two years while my wife attended school. At the end of the 2nd year I was desperate to go back to work. Being deprived of adult conversation and stimulation outside of the joys of child-rearing had taken its toll. I always tell people it was one of the most rewarding two years of my life but that was my absolute limit.
Brad, being a housewife (or house-husband in your case) isn’t cut out for everyone. You really do have to be quite strong as a person to be able to accept the responsibility and all its ramifications, including lack of a social life.