To The Overwhelmed…

To The Overwhelmed…

I know you are overwhelmed right now. Simple tasks are pushed aside and your anxiety seems to fill the room. Laundry piles up and to-do lists grow longer. You wonder how you let it get this bad and if it will ever feel like you aren’t drowning.

To The Overwhelmed...

I know it takes everything for you to get out of bed some days.

To face another day after another sleepless night. A simple shower seems daunting. You feel so broken and unrepairable.

Dear Overwhelmed, I see you and I’m here to walk beside you.

You are not alone. I’ve been there. Waves of depression and the heaviness of keeping the mask up in public. Avoiding responsibilities, walking around in a zombie-like stage of numbness. My heart aches for you.

But I’m telling you, it will get better.

Let those around you help. Seek out those friends and family members that are begging to help you up. Let them wrap their arms around you. Allow yourself some grace and time to heal.

Tomorrow is a brighter day, full of possibility. I know you can come out on the other side. I know there is laughter and joy in your tomorrow. But, until you are ready to do this for yourself, I will sit here with you.

You are not alone.

Elizabeth Boudreaux
Elizabeth and her husband Nicholas have been married for 13 years. They live in Geismar with their 3 children, Addison (9), Parker (5), and Laurel (2). She is from Franklin, LA and moved to Baton Rouge after receiving her Master’s in Business Administration from Southeastern Louisiana University. She is a Budget Administrator for the Department of Public Safety. She relies on sarcasm, a dry sense of humor, and the occasional cocktail to deal with the daily demands of motherhood. She loves crawfish, clean sheets, vacuuming, and the latest crime documentary on Netflix.


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