Sometimes life is disappointing. Sometimes it is tiring. I have 10 weeks to go and 5 weeks of work left before I am off. I feel so confused.
What am I waiting for? Don't I have everything I need?
I look at my house. A few years back I did not believe that I would ever own a house. All my flats so far were small, damp, without the heating and without bathrooms. I lost my place at uni due to unpaid bills... and now not only I have a man, who loves me, a child who is adorable (and another one to come very soon), but also a house, a finished degree, a job at one of the best schools in the city...
I said to my husband the other week that I was content. I did at that moment in time...
Despite all this, most days I just feel worn out, old, tired, depressed. I don't understand who I am.
I am me.
I am fed up with all the emotions, with mood swings and being fat.