some may think I'm just a fool tilting at windmills, but maybe I'm not
this is something i am struggling with.
a healthcare professional told me that women need to receive a lot in order to give so much (versus men who need to give in order to receive.)
but there are too many days where i feel as if i have given such an incredible amount…& have gotten almost nothing.
it’s a terrible feeling.
emptiness.
another peek inside the dark darkness that mother’s day provokes in me.
here’s hoping i have some reins on this come next year!
on a more positive note, i really like this illustration–especially my portrayal of depression.
i like to lightly compare myself to sylvia plath mostly in the sense that i have not yet put my head in the oven.
here is a post from the day before mother’s day when i felt the call of the oven….
my mom used to say, “it takes a saint to live with a martyr.” she had a bunch of fun sayings.
“people in hell want ice water”
“the road to hell is paved with good intentions”
etc.
this one, the martyr/saint one, was usually directed at my paternal grandmother….
any hoo!
this thought was about my own children. that they drive me to the brink of darkness, but then are the one thing that gives me a reason to smile again.
funny how that works.
those things we love can really torture us.
motherhood…so much fucking fun….
in accepting that i am awesome, i have to highly recommend my awesome, hand drawn, experimental comic for you to read.
