Puzzle pieces

It’s almost like the fairy tale with Hansel and Gretel, leaving crumbs to find their way home. Or one of those thousand piece jigsaw puzzles that I would watch my dad work on when I was a little girl. (That’s where I get my love for puzzles).

I’m going round and round finding the pieces to myself again.

I’m having more good days and less bad days… but the bad days are still there.

I called my husband yesterday to come home early. I just couldn’t handle it. The harder I tried to keep it together, the less it was happening.

I’m trying to step back and be less obsessive and controlling. It’s difficult because it’s an ingrained habit – I’m so used to having things done the way I want them and when I want it done.

I’m trying to let myself be taken care of by my husband. This goes hand in hand with me wanting to be in control – and being able to let go. I’m trying! Writing helps a lot.

I like feeling needed, but so does he, and I’m bad about letting him feel it. I don’t tell him as often as I ought to.

Today was a lot better than yesterday. Any day I get to spend with my husband (even when we’re both exhausted) is a really good day.