Pity Party

It's a little

ok, a lot

disheartening.

To get to this place in life

and find myself 

without help.

I've tried to be helpful.

To be kind.

Yet, here I am.

Alone.

Doing a job that would make ten people tired.

How overwhelming.

Yet, I push for this weekend

because

I don't want it hanging over my head

anymore.

So, gotta find some more 

big girl panties.

Other ones are sweaty!

It's hot.  

I'm exhausted.

But that's not it.

The pity party 

is 

because

I

am

alone.

I'm done now.

Doesn't take much.

Just needed 

to admit it.

All better.

Facts be facts

and nothing more.

I'm not bad

because of it.

It will change.

But.

Still.

It's.

Sad.

and that's ok.

it's ok for it to be sad.

blessings....and love.