To My Fellow Mothers With Anxiety

DannyReed
DannyReed

One of the struggles that many people face is having and living with anxiety. Anxiety can be crippling, to say the least. It can fill your days and nights with paranoia and obsessions over things you may or may not have said or done that day, restrain you from doing things than the average Joe would typically do with no hesitation, and destroy your mental daily schedule that you made with nothing but good intentions. It paralyzes you to the point where you miss out on social events with your friends and instead, you lie in bed wondering why the fuck can’t you just be normal and go out like anyone else would.

Can we not be crazy for just one day?

Something that seems to be taboo among the mommy community is feeling like you aren’t cut out for motherhood or “complaining” (for lack of a better word) about how motherhood is just too hard. If you are a young mother with anxiety and try to explain why your kids were just too much for you to handle today, then you might as well have walked the plank as you spoke the words. Go ahead and hand out the pitchforks that will pointed and jabbed at you for admitting that today was a struggle to complete.

These days being happy and collected is “in.” It’s not *cool* to be depressed or troubled so no one wants to hear about it. (Can we please bring back the 2007 emo scene? My personality does not match the latest trend.) God forbid anyone admit that their kids weren’t exactly filled with rainbows and glitter today. What a terrible, shameful mother you are.

The reality is that anxiety makes motherhood a million times harder than it needs to be.

When you’re already sleep deprived and lacking the amount of caffeine needed to even have the energy to match your clothes, anxiety is the beast that awakens before you to remind you that today is going to be hell because you can’t handle all the chattering of tiny voices constantly needing something from you, or the ruckus that Hot Wheels toys make as they fly off your coffee table and the sounds of blocks tumbling all the way down the stairs.

Anxiety is the ghost that haunts every action you attempt to make as it is in your ear whispering, reminding you that you have too much on your plate and need to give up now. Anxiety is the rope that is tightening around your neck when you’re already in a hurry and you can’t catch your breath long enough to remember everything it was that you had to do so you obsess over the things that you can’t recall in the first place. Anxiety is the massive elephant in the room blocking your view from reality when you’re trying to maintain your composure as your children are frantically trying to tell you who hit whom, how it all started and what’s wrong with them now. Anxiety is the reason why you scream in order to stop hearing so many thoughts at once, and your kids don’t understand what they said to make you so frustrated.

It’s not something that is easy to talk about with anyone because you love your children more than anything else is this world but sometimes one more word, one more cry, one more spilled glass of juice is enough to set your entire world ablaze.

You are a constant ticking bomb that need not be tampered with but no one on the outside can see it. They never know what they’re dealing with until you’ve had enough and spontaneously combust. It’s no one’s fault but everyone’s fault all at the same time, and you long to find someone or something to blame so you feel like your justifications can be validated for how you unreasonably reacted to someone just trying to be there for you. Someone was just trying to love you when you decided that their presence was too much for you, and you pushed them further away than last time. One day they’re going to decide not to come back, and you obsess over that happening, too. Everything is a regret; everything is an obsession; everything is one thing too much.

Anxiety makes your life a lonely place. It creates your own little world inside the world we already live in, where all the things of which you are most afraid arrive to remind you that they’re still watching you.

You know the faces of your loved ones are there but you can’t look them in the eyes. You know people are wanting to reach out to you but when they do, you feel the grip of a thousand hands around your neck. Most importantly, you know that a few of those hands belong to your children, and they’re dying to have their mommy back.

As a mother, we all feel like we’re screwing up this thing called Life for our children.

Whether you have anxiety or not, you always question whether or not you’re making the right decisions and handling every situation the way that you should. With anxiety, however, those questions never end and are on repeat inside your head on top of everything else you feel you must over-analyze because if you don’t worry about this, then who will? We need to remember to take a step back when you’re getting to the point of becoming overwhelmed. Excuse yourself from the room and count to ten or 100 or 10,000. Most importantly, apologize to your children when you have a freak out and make sure that they are aware that it isn’t them with which you’re overwhelmed. Let them know that it’s hard for Mommy to handle things sometimes, and no matter how frustrated you become, it will never affect your love for them.

It’s okay to admit you were wrong. It’s okay to admit that you didn’t handle things the way that you should have. It’s okay to say, “I didn’t get it right today.”

What it’s not okay to say is, “I give up.” Hang in there because you love them. Hang in there because they are your world. Hang in there because they are the only ones that unconditionally love you, even when you can’t love yourself. Hang in there because we all make mistakes. No matter what society says, you are a fantastic mother because you are resilient. You are strong. You are fierce. You are going to wake up and tackle this day because you know if you come with less than your A game, then you’ll never get anywhere. Just because some days are harder for you doesn’t mean that you aren’t trying your best. It means that you put forth more effort to make your days better. You, my friend, are a superhero. TC mark

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