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Well, I should have posted in here a long time ago I guess. The reason I was afriad to, and please don't flame me, is that I do not believe in taking anti depressants amongst other things. I guess it is hard to admit to one's self I guess.
I have written posts to introduce myself in this forum, but I have never actually posted them. I am having severe anxiety, worse lately. When something is mentioned that stresses me out I have panic attacks.
What I've noticed lately is that when the source of my stress goes away, the stress still stays. THe layers build up and compact and then when I am reminded of a 'past' stressor, I still have stomach flip flops and chest tightening. The worst part is, dp gets stress out by mentioning it all the time. I feel like he harps on stuff and says things just to torture me, which of course he isn't.
I can think of a million stressors to list, but it will make me freak out, I am getting upset as I type this. I feel like the walking dead sometimes, totally unmotivated. My dd is such a joy, she is the only thing I feel like getting up for soemtimes. The way she wakes with a smilemakes it bearable to drag myself up out into the world.
I feel isolated, I have many online friends and a large MDC playgroup that I can count on, but I don't feel comfortable sharing this with them. (Of course they can all read about it here.)
I am also working on a theory that ppd is genetic, my mother had it too.
Anyway, I am rambling, I just thought I should say hi, I'm suffering along with you right now.
Lauren
I have written posts to introduce myself in this forum, but I have never actually posted them. I am having severe anxiety, worse lately. When something is mentioned that stresses me out I have panic attacks.
What I've noticed lately is that when the source of my stress goes away, the stress still stays. THe layers build up and compact and then when I am reminded of a 'past' stressor, I still have stomach flip flops and chest tightening. The worst part is, dp gets stress out by mentioning it all the time. I feel like he harps on stuff and says things just to torture me, which of course he isn't.
I can think of a million stressors to list, but it will make me freak out, I am getting upset as I type this. I feel like the walking dead sometimes, totally unmotivated. My dd is such a joy, she is the only thing I feel like getting up for soemtimes. The way she wakes with a smilemakes it bearable to drag myself up out into the world.
I feel isolated, I have many online friends and a large MDC playgroup that I can count on, but I don't feel comfortable sharing this with them. (Of course they can all read about it here.)
I am also working on a theory that ppd is genetic, my mother had it too.
Anyway, I am rambling, I just thought I should say hi, I'm suffering along with you right now.
Lauren