I m tired. That tiredness that is a mixed up of feelings, dreams, fears, exhaustions. Mild depression? Maybe, maybe not. I m not used to label myself, I don’t want to be labeled but the reality is that inside I cry for 24hrs or even days, outside I am jolly be good, bit moody and sad but just when nobody can see. It’s Friday. Another Friday identical of the week before, the month before, the year before maybe this is the reason why I’m everything but pink or yellow colours that for me means relax and happiness.
Today I will also find out where my son will go to school in September and I am devastated at the idea, I know is a normal stage of him growing, but he is my baby, not even 4 yrs old yet and he will start school in September. I am feeling grey well maybe more camouflage green.
The good thing is that nothing is black I can see through but it’s like having a stone on my chest and I cankot breath. I have never been worried about my son before like I m now.
I will be fine. It will be fine.