Tell Me Again About Your Mother.

Anxiety is real. Depression is existent. And they both very much feed and live off of each other. Sometimes it's as if one cannot survive without the other. They ping back and forth like a shiny metal ball inside a pinball machine, collecting all of your nerves and fears with each *ping* of the day. Collecting points to come across which one tin can bring you down outset.

I know this, considering I alive this.

Weekly.

I am a mother.

I don't know if information technology's considering I'chiliad a female parent, I don't know if it's because of my by, I don't know if it'south because I have problems with never feeling adept plenty or if the walls of this house and this God forsaken pandemic has finally gotten the best of me. Simply whatever it is, information technology is part of me. The piece of cake part is knowing that. The difficult role is sharing it. Every twenty-four hours is a new challenge of "tin I survive today without anyone knowing I take problems?", and "I experience really good today, only how long will that last?"

Low and anxiety are monsters. But they are not WHO you are. They do not define your worth or your capabilities unless yous let them. They may exist overpowering at times, they may feel debilitating some days. They may even brand you experience like yous will never be "normal." But they practise NOT ascertain you!

This week has tested my anxiety more ever. I have a sick child - minimally sick - but the fear and anxiety that fills me when he has a trouble is overwhelming and overpowering. He is my baby. He has survived many, many illnesses since birth. He has survived COVID like a champ. I do not handle illness and my infant well. I have iii boys who cannot figure out their school assignments, a business firm completely out of lodge, a job I have struggled to go along up with all week (due to said ill kid and school assignments needing attending), and my ain illness that has brought me down from my normal state of, "I got this!"

All three of my boys needed me - all day. My emails from work DINGED and DONGED all day like annoying reminders that I had more responsibilities! Everytime I medicated or fed a kid, a new homework outcome arose. Everytime I sabbatum to work on my own list of things for work, or a writing assignment, I went blank. I felt useless to every chore in front of me. And I felt lone.

What many don't know is that, even though I am married with a composite family unit, I am also very much lonely, very ofttimes. All week. My hubby leaves the same time as me in the forenoon and he comes domicile at night when anybody is getting prepare for bed. He has a job that leaves us with no choice merely to suck it up, and go without him. I do non take a partner at nighttime to step in and help or take the reigns. I am, for all intense purposes, a one-man regular army from Monday through Thursday (and some Saturdays).

It. Is. Exhausting.

It is not merely exhausting, but it is another reason my anxiety rules so much of my days. "Am I doing ok?", "Would my hubby concord with this?", "Will I accept time to shower this evening?" I live with this second person inside of me ALL. THE. Time. And unfortunately this person took over last night and threw her easily up and said (or thought), "I don't think I tin can exercise this anymore."

I am not proud of the days that the stronger version of me cannot concord down the negative, anxiety-ridden version of me. I know I am capable of And so MUCH and I know what I am doing hither equally a female parent, as a author, is NECESSARY! Not just for other moms and other women, but for MYSELF. I am not perfect. I am not here to give Practiced advice. God forestall the day I consider myself an proficient at annihilation other than picking out the best chocolate, or knowing the name of every character from Gossip Girl. No. I am here to play along with the rest of you.

And I need to keep going. I need to show my children that mental illnesses like anxiety and depression are Not roadblocks to success when you really want something and when you know what yous are capable of. What you can offering to people. They are non necessary to hide from or be ashamed of. And they never have to experience the demand to keep them to themselves. I am a mother, and I am THEIR female parent and they need to see force from me. Survival from me. They need to know that nosotros don't just lay down and surrender when bad days roll into town like bullies on noisy dirt bikes.

Today was non a expert twenty-four hours. And hell, tomorrow might non be any better. I don't know. But this evening, what I do know, is that every hug from my ill child and every 5 minutes of time and attention that my teenage sons gave me made me realize one matter. Aside from just making life amend overall, it reminded me that I cannot let my feet and depression rule my role.

I am a mother. I am literally made upwardly of stretchable, anxiety-ridden, hot pink, sparkly putty! Pull me in as many directions every bit you need to and I will always make my way dorsum to my original form. I am a mother. I have depression and anxiety. Simply they are Not who I am.

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