I Think My Family Killed My Mother for Satanism
Anxiety is existent. Depression is existent. And they both very much feed and live off of each other. Sometimes information technology'due south as if one cannot survive without the other. They ping dorsum and forth like a shiny metal brawl within a pinball machine, collecting all of your nerves and fears with each *ping* of the day. Collecting points to meet which 1 tin bring you downwards kickoff.
I know this, because I live this.
Weekly.
I am a mother.
I don't know if information technology's because I'g a mother, I don't know if it's because of my past, I don't know if it's because I have issues with never feeling adept enough or if the walls of this house and this God forsaken pandemic has finally gotten the best of me. Only any it is, it is role of me. The like shooting fish in a barrel part is knowing that. The hard part is sharing it. Every twenty-four hour period is a new claiming of "can I survive today without anyone knowing I have problems?", and "I experience really skillful today, but how long volition that final?"
Depression and anxiety are monsters. Simply they are non WHO you lot are. They do not define your worth or your capabilities unless you allow them. They may be overpowering at times, they may feel debilitating some days. They may fifty-fifty make you feel similar yous will never be "normal." Only they exercise NOT define you!
This week has tested my anxiety more than always. I have a sick child - minimally ill - but the fear and anxiety that fills me when he has a problem is overwhelming and overpowering. He is my infant. He has survived many, many illnesses since nascence. He has survived COVID like a gnaw. I do not handle affliction and my baby well. I have three boys who cannot figure out their school assignments, a firm completely out of club, a job I have struggled to go on upwards with all week (due to said ill kid and schoolhouse assignments needing attention), and my own illness that has brought me down from my normal state of, "I got this!"
All iii 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 child, a new homework issue arose. Everytime I sat to piece of work on my ain list of things for piece of work, or a writing assignment, I went blank. I felt useless to every task in front of me. And I felt alone.
What many don't know is that, even though I am married with a blended family, I am also very much alone, very often. All week. My husband leaves the aforementioned time as me in the morning and he comes home at nighttime when everyone is getting gear up for bed. He has a job that leaves u.s.a. with no choice simply to suck it up, and go without him. I do non have a partner at nighttime to step in and help or take the reigns. I am, for all intense purposes, a 1-man army from Monday through Thursday (and some Saturdays).
It. Is. Exhausting.
Information technology is not only exhausting, merely it is another reason my anxiety rules so much of my days. "Am I doing ok?", "Would my hubby agree with this?", "Will I have time to shower tonight?" I live with this second person within of me ALL. THE. Fourth dimension. And unfortunately this person took over last night and threw her hands up and said (or thought), "I don't retrieve I can do 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 SO MUCH and I know what I am doing here every bit a mother, equally 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 Proficient advice. God forbid the mean solar day I consider myself an adept at anything other than picking out the best chocolate, or knowing the name of every character from Gossip Girl. No. I am hither to play forth with the residue of you.
And I demand to keep going. I demand to prove my children that mental illnesses like feet and depression are Not roadblocks to success when you really desire something and when you know what you are capable of. What you tin offering to people. They are not necessary to hibernate from or exist ashamed of. And they never accept to feel the need to continue them to themselves. I am a female parent, and I am THEIR mother and they demand to encounter strength from me. Survival from me. They need to know that we don't simply lay down and surrender when bad days roll into boondocks like bullies on noisy clay bikes.
Today was not a good twenty-four hours. And hell, tomorrow might not be any meliorate. I don't know. But this night, what I do know, is that every hug from my sick child and every 5 minutes of fourth dimension and attention that my teenage sons gave me fabricated me realize one affair. Aside from merely making life ameliorate overall, it reminded me that I cannot let my anxiety and low rule my function.
I am a mother. I am literally made up of stretchable, anxiety-ridden, hot pink, sparkly putty! Pull me in equally many directions every bit you demand to and I volition 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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