I Miss Me When I'm Gone...

Why am I so tired?  

At least twice a week I have a strong desire to write in this journal.

Evaporation occurs before my hands type the address of the page.

I love my job.

I want to write.

I need to do more...

I'm Okay! (Trust Me...)

Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you have to say.

I never want to let you down or have you go...it's better off this way.

I'm not okay

YOU WEAR ME OUT!

Here's the simple truth.  

I'm a strong woman.  I've been a single mother for 26 years (and I mean that...no ex who really was involved in my daughter's life except sporadically.  He's not a bad person at all, just lives in a different city and has a distant personality as well.)  My own family is jumbled and distant - your normal dysfunction.  My daughter is my family.  I'm closest to my sister but we talk maybe a couple times a month and usually about my mom.

So why am I rambling about this?  Simple.  My family, or lack thereof, has always been a source of great stress and sorrow to me.  Don't get me wrong...I'm mostly happy with my life but I've always wished that I had a family who was close and who cared.