I was an overly-dramatic emotional child. We still laugh about the time we were taking a hike while camping and I begged my uncle to carry me. I was probably fourish at the time. When no one would, I threw my head back and moaned, “WHOA IS ME! NOBODY LOVES ME! MY LITTLE LEGGIES ARE GOING TO FALL RIGHT OFF!!!” I did this the entire walk.
I vaguely remember it, but I am reminded of it all the time.
I am quick to react to something if it upsets me. I also worried a lot.
Continue reading my story over at Old School/New School Mom in Sarah’s Stigma Fighters series…
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It’s taken me a long time to accept that anxiety is managed, not cured. Some days I still catch myself searching for that ever-elusive “easy answer.” Your words are inspiring – a humble reminder that I am not alone. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much for sharing. I have post-partum depression and I always thought no one else experienced it in the same way. But you did – overwhelmed. Your bravery in sharing has helped me so much in coming to terms with my depression.