Dear [Friend’s Name],
I regret that I was unable to attend your recent gathering, whether it was a party, picnic, or celebration. Please believe me when I say it’s not you; it’s my overwhelming exhaustion that keeps me at home these days.
Ever since I became a parent roughly five years ago, sleep has become a distant memory. I often feel perpetually tired, and my cognitive faculties seem to have taken a permanent vacation since my first pregnancy. Repeatedly, during our last few encounters, I may have recounted the same tales, and for that, I apologize. The truth is, I often lose track of the days and have forgotten how to engage in typical adult conversations that don’t revolve around children’s programming.
After the arrival of my second child, the chaos intensified. My everyday life is a whirlwind of managing my children’s activities, accompanied by their constant chatter, screams, and an obsession with inserting silly words into conversations.
To clarify, my absence from your event wasn’t a personal slight. If I had a few free hours, I would choose to spend them indulging in a few moments of solitude rather than socializing. There are numerous activities that I would prioritize over mingling, including:
- Retreating to my room with a captivating novel, some music, and a glass of wine.
- Enjoying a nap, a luxury I truly miss.
- Pampering myself with hair or nail treatments, remembering the days when I had time for such indulgences.
- Engaging in real shopping—at a mall, dressed appropriately (well, in leggings, to be honest).
- Savoring takeout from my favorite restaurant, ideally something my family doesn’t appreciate, while listening to music in the parking lot.
- Watching a movie, where I could focus on the plot without any interruptions.
On the contrary, the very last thing I would wish to do is engage in small talk with unfamiliar faces. This isn’t a reflection of your gathering but rather my ongoing struggle with postpartum anxiety. Being in crowded places makes me uncomfortable, leading to an overwhelming cycle of anxiety and physical symptoms, which only exacerbates my discomfort.
Bringing my children along would only amplify my anxiety. The thought of managing a lively toddler in front of strangers is daunting. “Don’t mind him; he’s just having one of those moments”—a phrase I’d find myself repeating.
I truly regret not being there, but please know that I spared you the potential chaos of my children and my own anxiety issues. I hope for your understanding as I navigate this phase of my life. Eventually, I will regain my energy for socializing, but for now, I need to focus on self-care. After all, a well-rested parent is a happier one.
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Best wishes,
[Your Name]