(me)
I am an Enneagram Type 3... Type A...chronic nail biter and lover of all things compartmentalized and neatly in their place. Change and chaos bring out all my inner demons and literally make my head spin on its axis. I am also my own worst critic and often worst enemy, so putting all my most vulnerable and embarrassment provoking thoughts and truths about myself on paper for public knowledge is NOT easy but I am pretty sure someone has said that without discomfort, there is not growth.
I have never in my life kept a journal and don’t consider myself a good writer by ANY stretch of the imagination. I am a big picture kind of gal and details aren’t exactly my thing- so please expect misspelled words, profanity and improper English.
My WHY for starting to document my journey started as a form of therapy for me as I am currently 3 months post-partum with my second daughter and am just now starting to feel the wrath of PPA (post-partum anxiety) fade. I had such a profound and terrifying experience with both my kids that I wanted to help someone/anyone feel better if they are experiencing anything of this sort. If you are reading this and I know you, thank you and if I don’t and you are feeling alone and scared PLEASE REACH OUT to someone and ask for help and I do promise it gets better.
** Please note**
I am not a medial professional of any sort, just a Mama sharing her story. If you are having feelings of hurting yourself or your baby please call 911.
I need to thank my sweet and patient husband for loving me, in all my forms and for giving me the two greatest gifts of a lifetime and for taking me seriously when I have told him I needed help. For my Mom who has come to my rescue a million times and took my kids when I needed medical attention, and to my Dad for being the one to say there is nothing wrong with you for feeling this way and for always answering his phone. To my sister who is the only person in my life who truly understands what a bitch anxiety is and has never left my side, and to my Aunt Deb, for all of the things that make me too emotional to address... thank you.