Hey all. Always hate introductions, but they can be so helpful sometimes. So I'm a stay at home mom of 3 wonderful little kiddos. I'm incredibly lucky because they understand that I have anxiety and depression as much as is possible for someone their ages (well, aside from the baby, that's not an age that can grasp it ha). They don't know about the PTSD though because how can you explain sexual assault to someone so young?
It just makes every day so much harder. I've had this for a decade now and only recently been diagnosed. This year has been so hard, the worst I can recall. My husband actually took a day off of work not too long ago to stay home with me after an extremely vivid nightmare that left me extremely suicidal. If he hadn't I'd have definitely checked myself into the hospital.
It's something I'm trying to be open about with those around me because I know the anxiety at the very least runs in the family and I don't want my kids suffering through a significant portion of their lives untreated like I did because of stigmas. I also hate that feeling alone thing. By being open I've found so many people around me who have some of their own mental health struggles and they said it is amazing hearing they're not alone.
But I also want to bury it and hide it and just function. To be able to move on. I know that doesn't work because if it did, you'd think a decade would be enough time to work. I hate feeling so exhausted at the idea of things like making the kids meals for the day, doing very basic cleaning, hell getting out of bed and brushing my teeth. This all sucks so much and it causes me so much sadness and, to an extent, hate.
Thankfully though I've at least got a good support system around. My therapist is amazing, my Dr works endlessly with me as far as meds go, my husband and friends and grandparents and kids are amazing. I know I wouldn't be here without them.
It just makes every day so much harder. I've had this for a decade now and only recently been diagnosed. This year has been so hard, the worst I can recall. My husband actually took a day off of work not too long ago to stay home with me after an extremely vivid nightmare that left me extremely suicidal. If he hadn't I'd have definitely checked myself into the hospital.
It's something I'm trying to be open about with those around me because I know the anxiety at the very least runs in the family and I don't want my kids suffering through a significant portion of their lives untreated like I did because of stigmas. I also hate that feeling alone thing. By being open I've found so many people around me who have some of their own mental health struggles and they said it is amazing hearing they're not alone.
But I also want to bury it and hide it and just function. To be able to move on. I know that doesn't work because if it did, you'd think a decade would be enough time to work. I hate feeling so exhausted at the idea of things like making the kids meals for the day, doing very basic cleaning, hell getting out of bed and brushing my teeth. This all sucks so much and it causes me so much sadness and, to an extent, hate.
Thankfully though I've at least got a good support system around. My therapist is amazing, my Dr works endlessly with me as far as meds go, my husband and friends and grandparents and kids are amazing. I know I wouldn't be here without them.