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The First Step

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Anxiety hits in different ways for different people.

Well, I finally went and did it–

I made an appointment with a psychiatrist.

After a few years of struggling to stop yelling at my kids, I am seeking help of the medicinal variety.

I already know that my husband is going to read this post and give me a hard time.

Why are you publicizing this?

What if the kids read it someday?

First of all, I would LOVE if my husband would just stop reading my blog. It’s not for him, it’s for me.

(He’s not exactly my target demographic here.)

But what can you do? I guess he’s just a diehard fan who has to read every post.

Anyway, the reason I write it is simple.


I want to help others who may be in the same boat as me.

Because it wasn’t until I read this article that I felt that someone else knew what I was going through.

I knew I had a problem with yelling at my kids, but I was confused…because I had never had anger issues in the past.

I tried all sorts of techniques and calming sprays and anger management books to no avail.

I exercised.

I tried drinking wine during the stressful dinnertime hours.

I tried not drinking wine during the stressful dinnertime hours.

Nothing worked.

Then somehow, some way, “I Thought I Was Turning Into A Rage Monster. Then I Was Diagnosed With Anxiety” popped up in my Facebook newsfeed.

And I totally, 100% related to it.

The key takeaway is that for some people, anxiety will manifest as stress, which then turns into anger.

That is definitely me.

The times I yell at my kids are when I am experiencing anxiety about the house being cluttered or dinner not being ready yet. Small stuff will just irritate the hell out of me and before I know it, BOOM.



I explode.

I yell.

The kids get upset.

And I feel like I’m ruining their childhood.

I don’t want to be that person anymore.

So I did something about it.

I made an appointment to go talk to someone and see if there’s something that can be done to just take the edge off and help me feel normal again.

I owe it to myself and my family to at least try this option out.

I already feel better having made this first step and for telling my friends about it.

I have gotten so many “Me too” responses.

And honestly, sometimes all you need is to hear that someone else feels the same way. 

That’s why I started this blog. So I could reach out and relate to other moms going through the same crap that I am.

Because being a parent is hard but we are all in this together.

Cheers!

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