When I went home and was able to sit back and think about this, I began to realize how NOT shocking this was. I mean, I am a perfectionist, with three children, a husband that works a lot, a career, who always says yes to things and rarely takes time for my own well being. Hmmm, sounds like the definition of a mother, doesn't it? At first I was angry at myself for not noticing the "signs" of being stressed, but after a few days, I began to be happy that it happened. Why? Because I needed something to tell me that I am not Superwoman. I don't have to be perfect. And no one is expecting me to be, except myself that is.
The pressures we put on ourselves to be perfect as wives, friends and mothers can sometimes backfire and really put our bodies and our minds in a terrible place. I know it is important to be there for my children and husband, but it is equally important to be there for myself. They depend on me too much to not make sure that I am okay.
I am writing this post because I know (based on statistics) that AT LEAST a couple of you out there are dealing with this same issue. And if you are not, there is perhaps something else on your plate (we all have our struggles). I challenge all of you to remind yourself that Superwoman does not exist. We are all doing the best we can, and no one is expecting anything more than that.