Wow, hey, thanks for all your comments. While it is nice that we are all unique individuals, it is also reassuring to feel part of a common group, especially since I think some of my emotional stress currently is caused by loneliness. So really, thanks.
A lot of your comments brought up some other topics about which I meant to write. I wrote that post a bit hastily and while I was slightly distracted so I didn't get to say everything I wanted to say.
First of all, one of the things that make me feel extra horrible when I am acting this way is that I do have such a good life, and here I am messing it all up. I know that I have a good family, nice home, and a comfortable, easy life. It makes me feel like Minnie Driver's character in Return to Me when she says, "I feel like I shouldn't have days." That's me. I feel like I shouldn't have these days. But, I do. And apparently I'm not the only one, so again, thanks.
My second thought I started to sort of mention in my post but didn't really explain it very fully. See when I referenced the pioneer women who made the trek across the country I was thinking, are women these days (read: Am I) just different than they were back then? Or did pioneer women go through these emotional cycles as well, and maybe they just didn't write about it in their journals? Or maybe they did write about it and I've just never heard of it? Obviously I think the mentality of women has changed over time since then, and I know that a lot has changed for the better for women, but sometimes I just really feel like I'm not as cool as they were. Any thoughts on this out there?
The third thought that I had is the one that gives me hope. One of my favorite aspects of this new house we live in is that at the foot of the stairs we have a picture of Christ. At the top of the stairs we have a cross-stitch that Devin did of Christ. So, going up or coming down I typically find myself looking at the Savior. And many times as I'm ascending or descending I find myself thinking a sort of spontaneous, sudden, prayer, without half realizing that I'm doing it. They are always very succinct. Sometimes it's "what do I do?" and sometimes "please..." but most often, it's just a simple, heartfelt "thank you".