anxiety

I am a good mom for taking care of my needs — for getting the help of therapy and medication for my postpartum anxiety, even if I needed it sooner.

Here’s a crash course on self-talk. Self-talk is the voice in your head, the invisible responder, the captain of your brain ship.

The facade of control I’d spent so much energy maintaining was ripped from me. I am doing my best, and that’s good enough for me.

It took me a while to realize I was in an abusive relationship. It was nothing like I'd assumed abuse to feel like, but was exactly what abuse looks like.

In what’s been the most difficult year of my life, animal companionship has been as essential to my mental wellbeing as the time spent with my family.

Whenever anyone asks me about wedding details, I smile and say we’re working on it while I silently freaking out. I have so much anxiety over my engagement.

It’s not just being overwhelmed — this inability to find peace is worse than that. It can happen without a moment’s notice, any day and any time.

The elephant in the room is my mental illness. Do my anxiety and depression make me unworthy of love?