I used to be a good mom. I used to be a good cook. I used to be a good friend. I used to be a good wife. I used to be a good sister. I used to be in shape. I used to care about how I looked. I used to be a good Christian.
Depression, anxiety, OCD and PTSD stole all that.
Now I spend hours napping, instead of crafting or playing Go Fish. I spend time playing solitaire instead of reading to my kids. I let my kids watch too much tv and use the devices too much.
I used to cook elaborate meals, everyday. I used to bake for my family. I took pride in my God-given talent for culinary arts. I used to love people with food. Now I excel at grilled cheese, cereal, toaster waffles or hubby cooking.
I used to talk to my friends daily and want to spend time going out and doing things with them. Instead of dodging invitations, avoiding eye contact and just plain avoiding messaging or contacting them on Facebook.
I used to talk to my siblings about their lives, now, if I talk to them it’s all about me all the time- what’s wrong with me, why my life sucks, why I feel like crap- me me me.