Hardships and Jealousy

Oh, it is such a nasty word. It is such a nasty feeling. But we all experience it at one point or another – quite often. Whether we want to admit it or not. I hate to say that I have been struggling with it a lot recently. For a multitude of reasons.

We have had to make many sacrifices in order for me to be a stay at home mom. Recently, I had to make even more sacrifices in order to have the funds to pursue therapy and psychiatrist appointments. I am extremely thankful that I am finally on medication again and receiving talk therapy. But I had to make some choices that really sucked. It feels like it was the end of an era for us in a lot of ways. I sold off all my chickens, our cat had to find a new home, my daughter finished dance class, I had to use my tattoo fund to repair my car – a lot of good was suddenly gone. I think it hit me a lot harder than I expected because the other night… I just cried. A lot. I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t even explain to my husband why I was crying. I just did. For hours. Until I fell asleep.

In a way, crying like that helps tremendously. I had all this pent up sorrow that I was really trying to ignore. But I got it out in the open. I don’t feel better. It didn’t make the sorrow go away, but it did get a conversation going with my husband and it got me to really look at the things that were hurting me.

My family is going through a very hard season. We are not financially steady, I have all of my mental health issues, my husband is over loaded and over stressed and we are seeing no end in sight. Money can’t buy happiness, but damn it can really help. Both of our cars need repairs, we need a new kitchen floor, we need a new fence, we need a new back door. My kids are bored to death but I can’t afford anywhere fun. We haven’t been on a trip since September. My husband and I haven’t gotten away together since before our 19 month old was born.

And I was okay with that for a while. But now it’s summer. I have watched 3 groups of friends/family head over to the UK, I have watched people travel to the other side of the country, to the beach, to some islands. And it’s this weird feeling of “oh, I’m so excited for them!” and “oh, I’m so sad for me.” I have a wandering desire. I don’t like feeling so stuck. I knew I would be somewhat stuck when I became a parent, but then everything else happened and my exploring days were suddenly over.

People are just DOING all of these fun, exciting things while I sit here wishing I could have a car that doesn’t shake when I drive. I vent to my husband and my closest friend, but for the most part I feel I do a good job hiding it. Because I love my family and I love the fun things that we are able to do. I love that my kids are happy most of the time. If I fill up the kiddie pool in the back yard, it’s the best day ever for them! I am so, so thankful that I can continue to keep them happy in our times of struggle.

My husband and I are working really hard to be even more frugal than we have been. There are some areas we haven’t made sacrifice. My huge one recently was selling my chickens. I still get teary eyed knowing I won’t ever see my feathered babies again. But we talked about how much money we spend on COFFEE. the elixir of the Gods! We are both cutting down to one store bought coffee a week. I am aiming for every other week. But I won’t be mad at myself if I get it every weekend. It’s a treat. A $3 treat. But how much we’ve been “treating ourselves” added up to $30 a month. Not huge, but still, $30 to put to something else.

I am praying my husband and I get some time away soon. Our anniversary is at the end of next month and I am just praying as hard as I can that we can get away. Even if it’s donw the street. Out of the house, away from everyone, and just doing us. It is crazy how you can fall asleep beside someone every single night and yet miss them so much. We need some time to just focus on our relationship. It’s not broken, we aren’t falling apart. But it is definitely getting a little rusty and it’s time to polish it up a bit with some real TLC. Cross your fingers for me.

I deactivated my facebook and am really stepping away from social media while I try to reign in my jealousy problems. I don’t blame anyone but myself for feeling this way and I think taking a step back and really allowing myself to focus on my life and no one elses is going to help but everything back into perspective for me.

I hope so at least.

Mental Health update: my psychiatrist up my dosage on one med, things the other one is good, and will probably introduce a third next month when I see her again. I haven’t seen much progress in my emotional/mental state, but I am finally sleeping at night. I wasn’t at all before the meds. So I’m thankful for that! I see my therapist next Thursday. No idea what to expect, but that’s okay. The first time went well and I am looking forward to seeing her again! Until then, just going to focus on the positives and do me! Woo!

I’ll see you soon.


I have known for a very long time that there is a severe lack of understanding when it comes to mental illness. Not only a lack of understanding, but a lack of willingness to understand. With things like depression, anxiety, bipolar, and the like people have the tendency to say the same thing: just get over it.

Do you know how insanely frustrating that can be? When someone tells me to just get over it, I want to die inside. How wonderful would it be for it to be that simple? I don’t like how I feel, I don’t like not having any control. If I could just CHOOSE to no longer feel the way that I do, I would absolutely make that choice.

The analogy I use all the time is one I read somewhere else. I wish I could remember where. But it is actually from a Christian’s perspective. Apparently the church is huge on ignoring mental illness. I have personally witnessed this, and it is why I have struggled a lot with my faith. “If you believed in God, you wouldn’t feel this way.” “Just pray about it.” So, on to the analogy: if someone came to you with a broken arm and said they were in pain would you tell them to “just get over it.” “Did you try NOT being in pain?” “Did you pray about it?” “If you believed in God, your arm wouldn’t be broken.”

Sounds pretty silly, right? So why do we – from a secular and a religious perspective – tell people with broken minds to just get over it? Why do we not encourage them to seek help as we would for a physical ailment? Why is it so hard to understand that our insides can work just as poorly as our outsides?

I had started to be a lot more open about my mental health in recent days because I thought there was a surge of understanding happening. I thought “people get this, FINALLY!” and though I do not bombard them with it on a regular basis, I do make mention occasionally when things are particularly bad, or even when I feel like I’m doing really well. But it has come to my attention that some of the people I thought were understanding have actually been saying some pretty terrible things behind my back. A lot of “wait, she isn’t over that yet?”

I can’t tell you how much I hurt today. How much I hurt for myself, and how much I hurt for my husband. Do you know how hard it is to be a spouse of a mentally unwell person? I know he doesn’t have it even remotely easy. He is carrying so much on his shoulders. Then these people act as if what we are both facing together is not as serious as we believe? That we should just be “over it” by now? I can’t wrap my mind around the… ignorance of that statement. It hurts that much more when it is coming from someone who you thought cared.

I’m just feeling a lot of hurt today. I don’t know how to process it, or how to bring it up. This blog will continue to remain a secret to all those in my life. Because processing my thoughts through written word has been extremely helpful for me so far, but I can’t imagine someone reading it and thinking how silly it is I’m not “over it” yet.

If you feel like me, if you struggle like me, know this: It is absolutely okay to not be over it. It is absolutely okay to not be okay. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I’ll see you soon.