“I have a problem. I can’t stop. I think I am addicted.”
It was the first time that I ever told someone. I had been keeping it a secret for years. Hiding in fear, embarrassment, and living in a perpetual shame storm. No one knew. I believed they could never find out. What would people say of me. Until one day, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and told someone.
I quit a lot of things growing up. The only thing that I didn’t quit was quitting. I successfully stopped pursuing anything that put a bright spotlight on my weaknesses... that was until I became a mother.
Oh don’t get me wrong, I wanted to quit that too when I started. I had no idea what I was doing, everyone seemed to be doing it better and motherhood was not what I expected or very fulfilling.
But I couldn’t figure out how to quit mothering legally or morally so I went to therapy instead #momwin
I see you girl... over there with all your #highvibes and #hustle ... I know you well... I spent the majority of my 20’s running around with you... drinks with the girls, training for races, volunteering in the community, sitting on Boards and committees, putting in more hours at work to advance your career... always staying #busy and going after those #goals... all that #drive to get ahead, get in shape, get a partner, get noticed...