It all makes sense. I am not crazy. I am not selfish. I am not a bad friend, wife or mother.
I am an introvert.
I do not know how I made it 38 years without figuring this out. I have so much to learn therefore not much to type. I need time to read about and process this. Time to think. All I can say is that I feel like a weight has been lifted. I have felt so much guilt for my need to ‘take breaks’ and just be (as I call it). Confusion about the suffocating feeling I feel when there is too much constant noise. Wanting to understanding why I feel overwhelmed and exhausted when we get too busy. Trying to explain what I mean by needing a quiet room to breathe…..