I want to change the discussion of mental illness & motherhood so I’ll share a little of my story with depression and anxiety. Mental illness isn’t cookie cutter by any means and the experiences of one mother through depression, PPD, PTSD or any other disorder is not one in the same.
Anxiety and Depression on are very real and apart of my life, to me, anxiety has often felt like I am standing at the edge of a cliff and about to fall off at any moment. My depression one day can manifest itself in whichever form it chooses to appear and as a mom of two, I don’t have the option to let it anchor me to my bed weeping.
To some depression is sulking & sadness and while one day that maybe my mood that’s not all depression is for me, there is no one form that looks alike in every sufferer.
My Instagram & Facebook pictures may look perfect to you but perception isn’t always reality and the running & racing thoughts of my mind just wouldn’t look as pretty if I just put anything up.
My moods can leave me distant from my husband and out of touch with my children and every day I have to make the conscious choice to not let my fears, my worries, my demons get ahead of me “she’s a wreck” because she is a fighter despite everything and everyone that was set forth to destroy her. “She’s A Wreck” because it’s okay not to be okay and if those dishes sit there another day, life will go on.
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