Remember
this post?I had been doing really well. I researched and picked up a great supplement that was really helping me a lot. I was exercising, and in general being an active and happy mommy.
So, now, when things are going well, when we are getting ready to move into our first house, when we have paid off so much debt, when my doula business is picking up and everything is looking up.....
why now do I feel the presence of those dark clouds coming up on the horizon,
why now do I hear the rumbling in the distance?
I've gained weight. I have trouble getting up in the morning. I don't show up for half the activities and playdates that I intend to go to. I watch more TV. My kids are watching more TV.
Why now?People close to me, who see what is happening, they tell me that I have so much in my life to be happy for. That I am blessed.
I know I am blessed, I know how lucky I am and I am so grateful. That's not the problem. I don't know what the problem is. I
don't know why, when I have so much to be happy for, it's getting harder and harder for me to get out of bed...to smile...to care...
I guess I should rephrase. I
do care. I
do get out of bed. I
do smile. I continue to love my work, I still look forward to working with my clients and I'm looking forward to their upcoming births. But it is getting harder and harder to do those
little, every day things that I used to find such joy in.
So, what do I do now? I'm working with a coach, and she is helping me immensely with setting goals to keep me motivated and on track. I adore working with her and I can't get over how much I've achieved with her help. But, I'm beginning to think that I need to go see a counselor. And I hate thinking that. Does seeing a counselor make me crazy? A failure?
I have the name and number of a counselor that was recommended to me written down on a post-it note, stuck front of my desk. I've been staring at it for a few days now, trying to get up the courage to call. Trying to convince myself that this
does not mean that I am crazy or that I am a failure, it just means that I need a little more help than I thought I did and
there is nothing wrong with that.
Call those thoughts silly, call them dramatic, call them whatever you wish. They are there. And that is one obstacle that I am going to have to overcome by myself.

Dark Clouds, Rumbling in the Distance...