Falling.

Summer is officially over...and I'm not one bit sad to say that.
My life, similar to the weather, is in a constant state of change.
Recently, however, I seem to be stuck in a bit of a rut.
Overwhelmed is my current state of being. Life in general is just a lot to handle.
I feel very alone at this time, which is odd because I am very rarely alone. I feel like I have too much on my plate, and yet no one knows it.
I've always had this ridiculous sense of pride, which I believe I inherited from my father, so admitting that I feel overwhelmed is very much out of character for me.
I've never been one to ask for help. And I'm rarely one to accept it.
I'm also feeling a lot of regret.
No one really knows what I've been through this year, but I regret that I never knew. As put so perfectly by The Fray, I never knew that everything was falling through.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about what I've been through, and not a day goes by that I don't wish I could forgive...or just forget. I'm in a never ending struggle between heart and mind. Neither can overpower the other so I'm stuck here. A continuous battle.
There is one thing in life that I am extremely thankful for, and that is my beautiful son. My world. My true love. He will never know this, but he saved me.
There is nothing I'd rather wake up to every morning than his smile. With every giggle, every grin, he fills me from head to toe with nothing but love. And for this I am grateful.