Writing is so good for me

I could not write during the last day days. I just have been overwhelmed by my womanly reality. I am a mother, a wife, a worker, but --- which role is first? This has been a tough week for me to decide which is which. And as you know, I have added up the newest role of all: writer, and this last one is by far, the role I love most. It is just that right now, I am so terribly sad ... that I don't know what to do with my feelings. I kind of think that all these roles that I have played for years have really made me subside my feelings to focus on being strong. And my strength has made me make mistakes that I now regret.

I am sad about the things I have done that I cannot change. Things that were the result of being so busy, so drowned in responsibilities, so overwhelmed by the basic needs that were to be met, that I had to build a wall between me and the rest of the feelings, in me and in my family.

So gals, this place is like the only place where I can talk about this hidden feelilngs. My disgrace, my dispair, of which I never talk about. Which nobody knows about. I know this time will pass. I know everything will be fine, because once again, like always, my Heavenly Father will come to my rescue and make me walk in green pastures.

I know that. It is just a very small moment in space and time that hurts so much... I will get over it soon enough. And I will write about better things. Brighter thoughts will come to me. I know that.