I am a Champion
One thing that drives me crazy is how people assume that I am weak because of my mental illness. Well let me tell you I am not. I am a champion.
Just because sometimes…. I cannot sit still.. or I fidget… sometimes I can’t control my breathing or I talk too fast for a normal person to understand does not mean I am weak. I do these things to try to get back some type of normalcy. These little ticks do not equate me to being weak…. and I am quite annoyed with people assuming things like this about anyone with a mental illness.
What people don’t understand is that it takes a hell of a lot of strength to face the world sometimes. There are days where the demons are just too much to handle and you want to stay in bed. When you’re a mom….there is no sick days… Trust me.. I keep asking my husband if I can take a sick day… it never works. But hey I can dream right.
Being a parent.. it actually escalates your anxiety more than what it was before you were a parent… You have this whole person that you are responsible for. You are in charge of making sure that they are healthy and decent human beings. You are responsible for their upbringing. It is scary as hell sometimes.