At the beginning of 2016 I was sad. Very very sad. There were days where I couldn’t leave the house because my anxiety was so overpowering. So crushing. So suffocating.
After six months of parenting two children under four. Six months of not sleeping for more than 3 hours in a row. Six months of daily tears.
After the months of surviving with a poor baby who was suffering from silent reflux. With his allergies that were only just being discovered. My anxiety and fear that people would comment on how much he cried and screamed.
I would try to leave the house. But it took all my strength and willpower to actually make it past the threshold. Panicked texts to Nick. Tears on the station platform.
I knew something had to change. [Read more…]