She gives selflessly.
She plays all the roles handed to her without even thinking.
Mom, wife, lover, friend, nurse, maid, peacekeeper. She moves through each task as it comes at her.
She gives. Day in. Day out. Until she is half the person she used to be.
There is no time for her. She has lost herself in the shuffle of daily life.
She is Mom.
She is wife.
She is no longer. The person she once was has faded into the dark abyss. Watching, waiting, hoping.
She continues to give.
She realizes that if she ever wants to be her whole self again, she needs to start taking.
The problem is finding the time to take for herself. There are only so many hours in a day. And the majority of them go to her family.
The problem is letting go of the guilt that she needs to have something for herself.
Guilt traps. It has certainly had its way with her.
She knows that things can not continue the way they are going.
She knows that she has to learn to take for her own sanity.
She just doesn't know how or where to begin.
Until then, she gives.