As you may have noticed in recent weeks, my appearances in the blogosphere have been significantly less than any time in the past 6 months. About 4 weeks ago, around the time Lion Cub reached 11 weeks old, I began to feel not quite like myself. More than tired, which is obviously normal for a mama of two little ones, I began to feel significantly fatigued. My motivation to do much of anything all but vanished completely, and I could be brought to tears at nearly any moment of the day for the most obscure possible reasons. To be frank, I felt very similar to how I felt after my miscarriage two years ago- just not right.
On top of all that, some harsh reminders of the past came back into the "picture," which hurt me deeply and caused me to spiral into a state of questioning and despair about my current life. To others involved it may have seemed silly and small, but it pained me to the core and brought nothing short of heartbreak, misery, frustration and outright anger. I felt defeated and hopeless.