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A real, honest and raw article about anxiety. 

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Please let me preface that this is unbelievably hard for me to write about and admit. Anxiety is real and terrible and it affects more people than you could ever imagine. Some of what I’m about to say is going to sound crazy but I know there’s some of you out there who can relate which is why I’m willing to share part of my journey.

I haven’t always struggled with anxiety. I’ve always been kind of shy and introverted but I used to be extremely carefree. Things didn’t bother me. I could drive without breaking a sweat. I could pretty much do anything. But something over the last 5 years completely changed me. I’m not the same person I used to be. Let me tell you a few things that anxiety has done to me.

Anxiety has…

  • Made me stay at home instead of going out with friends.
  • Led me to question my marriage and if I should even be married to my husband.
  • Made me question if I was a good mother.
  • Made me wonder if I’m capable of snapping and hurting my children.
  • Caused me (in the past) to be an extreme people pleaser.
  • Made me question if my own parents and husband even liked me.
  • Made me wonder if this world would be a better place if I wasn’t in it.
  • Made me think I’m stupid and incompetent.
  • Never allowed me to completely let my guard down in relationships.
  • Never allowed me to completely be myself in any situation, ever.
  • Forced me to be on guard no matter where I am – anyone that walks in the park or by my house is out to get me or my kids.
  • Caused me to lose friendships.
  • Caused many fights and arguments.
  • Caused me to question if God really exists and why He would put me on this earth just to fail.
  • Made me question if being a wife and mom is truly what I’m meant to do.

This is actually a really short list compared to what all I’ve dealt with. If you’ve never struggled with anxiety, this probably seems absolutely crazy toIMG_4112 you. But if you have, then you probably know exactly what I’m talking about. Anxiety is ugly and mean and it brings out the worst versions of us. This is a topic I’ve never really talked about. I finally found the courage to talk to my husband about it a couple of years ago. He was extremely supportive and caring. Another topic that people are afraid of…I struggle with intrusive thoughts. Thoughts that I never would’ve imagined I’d be capable of thinking. If I’m carrying my baby, I’ll have a vision of me falling with her. If I’m driving, I’ll imagine what it’d be like to get into a car accident. There have been times that I’ve been so unhappy with the way things were, or rather, my brain was telling me I was unhappy, that I wondered how everyone would handle it if I just ran away. Now, let me be perfectly clear here – I’ve never felt capable of ever actually running away (or hurting my children, for that matter) but there are many times that I can’t control my thoughts. If I read an article or news story, my mind will wander and create these thoughts, then they creep in and consume me. I have to completely shift my mind and not think about them and even then, they still loom. I’ve questioned if being married is truly what I want. I’ve questioned if my girls would be better off without me. There have been times where my brain is telling me, “That person doesn’t like you.” And I believe it, even if there isn’t any proof or reason to believe that to be truth. I’ve thought it about my husband and even my own parents. I always think people are mad at me and I read way too much into stupid little things. I have made myself literally physically ill over things completely out of my control. And anxiety is to blame. It’s caused crippling fear and terrible thoughts. It’s caused me to lash out over minute things that nobody would ever understand. And as the freak out is happening, I can feel it not being me but I can’t stop it. I can’t control it.

Over the past year, I decided to face my anxiety head on. I was done. It had consumed me for so long and I wanted my life back. It has taken me many steps and lots of prayer and conversations but I feel more like myself every day. I still have days that are very tough but I have some days that don’t consume me. I caIMG_4113n finally drive without feeling sick to my stomach constantly. I can take my kids to the park or go for a walk without
constantly looking over my shoulder for a serial killer. I now greet at church without
breaking a sweat – BIG step but I’m doing it. I can leave my kiddos with grandparents and other family without leaving a schedule or a huge long list and without feeling guilty. The girls and I go to the store without my husband regularly, whereas I wouldn’t even go by myself when I was pregnant. My husband and I fight a lot less and I’m able to let more things go. The past year has been a complete rollercoaster of emotions and working through this. I’m nowhere near close to overcoming anxiety and I honestly don’t think I ever will but it’s gotten better.

 I know exactly what you’re feeling. Whether you suffer from depression, anxiety, OCD or some other form of mental illness, I want you to know you’re not alone. It’s pretty common for anxiety and OCD to be linked and sometimes depression can sneak in there especially post-partum. I’ve dealt with all of those. I had severe post-partum anxiety (PPA) after my three year old was born and mild post-partum depression (PPD). I’ve always struggled with OCD, but that’s a topic for another time. I want to urge you to seek help if you’ve been dealing with any of these feelings. There are healthy ways to deal with them and while they may not be curable, they can be manageable. Whether it’s PPD or PPA or even just anxiety/depression you’ve always dealt with, please seek a healthcare professional. Talk to a pastor, talk to a friend, a doctor, message/email me. Seek help. You’re not alone in this journey. You are seen and loved, even if your anxiety is telling you otherwise.

If you need to talk to someone, here are some resources available:

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – 1-800-273-8255
National Postpartum Depression Hotline – 1-800-PPD-MOMS
Suicide Prevention Hotline – 1-800-SUICIDE

To my husband. From the wife who lost herself.

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First, I want to say thank you. Thank you for still loving me like you did when we were fun and spontaneous. Thank you for not treating me any different than when we were newlyweds and could still be playful with each other. I’m not the same person you married. I know that. Two kids in just over two years has made me a little less fun and a lot more tired. I know I’m not as eager to go on date nights or show you affection because I have kids crawling on me all day long. I’m sorry I don’t notice and appreciate the little things you do for me. I’m sorry I don’t thank you as often as I should. I’m sorry I sometimes throw the kids at you without saying hi first when you walk in the door.

You have held this family together the last 3.5 years. From the moment I got pregnant, you’ve been attentive, caring, loving, patient, kind, and so many other things. You have a servant’s heart in how well you care for and love others. I’m so thankful for that. You maneuvered through my postpartum depression and anxiety so cautiously yet with so much grace. It couldn’t have been easy to deal with. It couldn’t have been easy dealing with a wife who cried all time and who constantly needed the house to be perfect and got ragey when it wasn’t. It couldn’t have been easy having a wife who was afraid to be alone. And yet, you did it. You were so loving and kind even though you didn’t understand.

I know it seems like I put our kids before you. And maybe sometimes I do, but I don’t mean to. We created this family together. We are partners on this incredible journey. I know I don’t look the same as I did before kids. I know I don’t act the same. I don’t even smell the same. Things changed. I changed. I lost a little bit of myself when I had kids. We now have two beautiful children and they took a piece of me with them when they joined this world. I know it seems like I lost myself but really, I have spent the last 3.5 years figuring out who I really am. I’ve learned that in the midst of being a mom, I’m also a wife and that has to come first. I know so many days it doesn’t but I’m working on it. I’m working on loving you better and putting you first. I’m working on being the carefree person you fell in love with.

We have an incredible life and I attribute that to you. You’ve provided for this family so tirelessly. You’ve stepped up to do menial tasks to help keep our household running. You’re amazing. You always say you don’t know how I do it. But I don’t know how you do it. You’re the piece my life was missing. This family needs you. We wouldn’t work the way we do without you. We wouldn’t have the things we do or be the way we are without you. You are the pinnacle of this family and we would be so lost without you. Thank you for the man that you are. Thank you for being the constant we’ve so desperately needed the past few years. We need you. We love you. Thank you for all you do.