“Words…”
There are always words in my head. Always. They swirl around in there, sometimes quietly and sometimes so loudly that I can barely hear anything else. Thoughts. Questions. Conversations I’ve had. Conversations I wish I’d had. Things I said. Things I shouldn’t have said. Things I wonder if I should have said differently. I think too much. I analyze too much. I feel too much. And lately, I’ve been feeling like maybe I’m just…too much. Too much for too many people. Too emotional. Too sensitive. Too invested. Too caring. Too opinionated. Too available. Just…too much. And then, somehow, I can turn right around and feel like I’m not enough. Not enough for too many people. Not enough as a friend. Not enough as a wife. Not enough as a mom. Not enough in the things I do. Not enough in the way I show up. It’s a weird place to live. Somewhere between feeling like I’m too much and feeling like I’m not enough. And I’m unsure. I’m uncertain. I don’t really know what I’m su...