It’s 6:54 a.m. here in Georgia. My oldest has missed the bus, again. Between getting her brother, who happened to wake up before any of us, settled just so I can get her ready, has raised my anxiety bar. Sister has shoes, he wants shoes. He doesn’t want to wear them on his feet. He wants them on his hands instead. Why now?
So here I am, the struggling mom, tackling both kids’ needs, and the anxiety takes over. This morning actually hasn’t been that bad, but I have a feeling that it may be one of those days. It is still raining, and it’s Tuesday. I knew it would be Tuesday. You’ll know what I mean by that phrase if you read my previous blog, “Toddler Beds“.
On the outside I look like the struggling mom this morning, but on the inside there’s so much more than that. That’s an issue with anxiety that others around you can’t see, nor don’t understand.
What makes those emotions on the inside that feel like they are crumbling worse, is when you have set yourself to strictly not talk about it. To anyone, even write about it.
That comes from being afraid, and no, not of what others might think. Anxiety is a mystery to some, even myself at times. Mostly to those who “think it’s all in your head”. For the record, yes it’s in my head, but it creeps up on you, and it definitely exists.
By now you’re probably assuming the worst because someone said they are afraid to talk about their emotions with anxiety. Don’t assume, it could be simple to you, even the person dealing with the issue. Yet, it’s still hard for them.
So this morning, I’m going to take my daughter to school, and look like the struggling mom who took too long getting both of the kids ready, fixing hair, changing my shirt because my son got milk on it, and just go with it.
“It’s OKAY to be scared. Being scared means you’re about to do something really, really brave.”
– raising.arrows.x2 CL