Hard . . .and not in a funny way

Life is hard. I have been learning this for the last few months. I have been coping with being off anti-depressants, living with small children, a sick husband and no family support. I am realizing how important family is. If you come from none, or a broken family, it is HARD. Because, when you fall apart, there is no one there but your spouse or your children to help you. Not that, it isn't enough, but it feels as if your taking away their reserves, to help you. NOT COOL!! I wish I could just have Mary Poppins swoop in and take care of the kids. And I could have House limp in and diagnose, and fix my husband's illness. Not going to happen. There is no freakin' Alice to come in and do the laundry for this Brady Bunch. I'm it. Me. Sad, little, depressed, tired me. How can I do this? I worry constantly for the well-being of my little family. Am I enough? The answer is "hell no!" I need our Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers. Where are they? All I find left standing is God. Not that he's a shabby "fill in", however, I have to figure out a way to let go of the anger and dissapointment of the LACK of support from our families. I will, I rely on God more and more to help me. I realize through support of my church and friends that it will be alright. And in the end. . .that's what counts.