I have a longer messier uglier post that might never get
published. This story is the short version.
Hi, my name is Kristin. I’ve struggled with anxiety most of
my life. I was officially diagnosed with depression in college. In each
postpartum period, my anxiety has become worse. It isn’t as some moms describe
– I don’t feel anxiety about my baby. Instead, I’d be happy just cuddling my
baby while someone else cleans my house, cooks for me, and entertains my other
children (and the dog and the cats). My anxiety is about everyone and
everything else. I feel rage. It is a dreadful feeling.
