I have always been the person to say that life is what you make it. If you choose to be happy, you will be, and those who choose to do nothing about it take medication.
I don't even take tylenol for a headache and stay away from caffeine...
How did I get here?
After being passed around from my drug addicted mother to my alcoholic, bi polar father and too many safehouses to count God blessed me with a wonderful husband. We had a beautiful little girl in August of 2008 and my life couldn't have been better. Then 7 months later, I was pregnant again and devastated that my life as I knew it was over. In my gut I knew I didn't want this baby and I thought it would change once he came into the world. It didn't.
No one can understand why he is such a difficult baby, but his extreme high needs have worn in to my heart and soul and left me drained of any happiness I used to have. My husband and I took turns walking him as a newborn, hoping for the magic 3 month mark when it would be all over. I have almost become numb to the constant crying at this point.
My husband was unexpectedly deployed for a 6 month tour when he was 3 months old. I have no family and very few friends because we moved to a new state right before he was deployed. I had been doing really good for a while, keeping my head up and being the best mother i could for my babies. That is until a few weeks ago when things started to get bad for me. I have constant anxiety, chest pain and my eyes can't focus. Forget about searching for anything, I can't do it. Something is keeping me from doing my daily tasks and I am screaming at myself from the inside but I feel crippled to do anything. I am only half the mother I used to be for my kids and I can't seem to shake it. Sometimes I have even thought of hurting my son when he is screaming. I feel like I need to escape from here. I think it is time for me to admit that I can't do this alone. My husband is on a submarine that is running secret missions so I only get a screened email every few weeks. I am afraid to ask anyone for help because I am worried about what that will mean for my kids. They are now 22 months and 6 months and I love them both more than anything in the entire world. I can't believe this is even me talking. Thanks for listening.
I don't even take tylenol for a headache and stay away from caffeine...
How did I get here?
After being passed around from my drug addicted mother to my alcoholic, bi polar father and too many safehouses to count God blessed me with a wonderful husband. We had a beautiful little girl in August of 2008 and my life couldn't have been better. Then 7 months later, I was pregnant again and devastated that my life as I knew it was over. In my gut I knew I didn't want this baby and I thought it would change once he came into the world. It didn't.
No one can understand why he is such a difficult baby, but his extreme high needs have worn in to my heart and soul and left me drained of any happiness I used to have. My husband and I took turns walking him as a newborn, hoping for the magic 3 month mark when it would be all over. I have almost become numb to the constant crying at this point.
My husband was unexpectedly deployed for a 6 month tour when he was 3 months old. I have no family and very few friends because we moved to a new state right before he was deployed. I had been doing really good for a while, keeping my head up and being the best mother i could for my babies. That is until a few weeks ago when things started to get bad for me. I have constant anxiety, chest pain and my eyes can't focus. Forget about searching for anything, I can't do it. Something is keeping me from doing my daily tasks and I am screaming at myself from the inside but I feel crippled to do anything. I am only half the mother I used to be for my kids and I can't seem to shake it. Sometimes I have even thought of hurting my son when he is screaming. I feel like I need to escape from here. I think it is time for me to admit that I can't do this alone. My husband is on a submarine that is running secret missions so I only get a screened email every few weeks. I am afraid to ask anyone for help because I am worried about what that will mean for my kids. They are now 22 months and 6 months and I love them both more than anything in the entire world. I can't believe this is even me talking. Thanks for listening.











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