What can be saved?

I am up too early on very little sleep and virtually no food. My marriage, in one short and painfully long month, is unraveling. I am exhausted. I am trying to keep moving, keep working so that there is some stability, peace, clarity in this home, especially for our son but also for me. It is hard when depression lives in this apartment with us. We are in so much therapy and trying to be in more.
I pray, deep into my core, that we can work through this, and together. I am trying very hard and I know I cannot try alone. We've had a big, big love and I still do.
This blog began as a love letter to my son, my husband and my life. And like most long-term love letters, the silliness and heartache and challenges and ooh-iness and goobiness has all been tucked inside. Now all of that - and more that I could never have seen coming - spills over on the screen, in my churning thoughts, on my living room floor.
My own Project: Life Change seems to have taken a turn. I'm not just trying to save my marriage, I am trying to take care of myself. And both feel just so big right now.
Reader Comments (9)
You have as many good thoughts as I can send...and I'm sure those therapists are saying this to you, too: You have to save yourself. It's of no use to anyone if he takes you down with him.
I am thinking of you...... please take care of yourself.....
jill