I don’t know why I am so vulnerable. I wish for once in my life I could be one of those women that could handle the hits and roll with the punches. Even on my best days I am feel weak. I feel inadequate. I know being a mother can make you feel this way, I know that every mother grieves the loss of her confidence when she becomes the one to mold and shape a life. But feeling this way day after day with every decision I make is taxing. I feel as though every move I make is wrong. When I foolishly make a confident step, very much like walking in the dark, I quickly realize there is no step there and I am left with that sickening lunge forward. And at once I realize my mistake and I am scared to step again. The dark is frightening and I soon find myself standing still, petrified. If you haven’t guessed, I am in one of “dark deep woods” moods. I will never venture in of course, but the wood will forever remain lovely.
