I didn't really want to expose my children on this dark blog. I didn't even want myself on here. It isn't so dark anymore. Here's a sample. My kids are beautiful. The most gorgeous kids I have I ever seen. They are smart too.
And me. I am a "normal" mom. In great love with her kids. Busy with playgroups, preschool, and grocery shopping. Most of my posts are from an exhausted, "I am not overcoming my anxiety anymore" place. Late at night. I often have felt the need to write in pieces throughout the day. But I can't get a moment often. Mornings are usually rushed but hopeful, ambitious even. Early afternoons are filled with naps and late afternoons, with chaos. Bedtimes are sweet. Filled with prayers and cuddles. Then comes a mother's quiet time. So quiet that thoughts can race out in the open spance of silence. By then I am shaking with exhaustion from fighting with myself throughout the day. Then I write. And read. And process.
I told my friend once that I put the kids to bed, have an anxiety attack, and then watch some TLC. I am not even lying. I can find humor in that though. Sometimes I find fear that it will never get better, but it is changing. Thanks for the input out there. I am always up for a comment, if not cruel. I can reevaluate my thoughts at any point so throw some of your truths at me once in awhile. <3
I love it that you can't see their faces in any of the pictures.... I can still tell who they are :)
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