This is a little scary for me to open up about but I feel like my previous posts have been leading up to it and I’m just continuing on from where I left off... This week I finally built up the courage to talk to a professional about my mental health. If I am being completely honest with myself I have to admit that overall I am not doing ok. I have moments where I feel ok, moments of happiness, moments of peace, moments of satisfaction but most of the time I have a lingering feeling of anxiety and a tendency for my thoughts to spiral and dwell on the negative. I have grown used to not getting a good nights sleep, but after particularly bad nights I do feel quite down and depressed. I used to think that mental illness looked the same on everyone...I had a stereotypical picture of what depression and anxiety was and because I didn’t look like that picture, I thought that I didn’t have those problems...for the longest time I’ve been in denial and kept telling myself I’m fine, I’ll be fine...
Becoming a mother turned my whole world upside down. It’s the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me.