Anxiety and depression is not a reflection on the person. Usually, the nicest and best people suffer most in what is essentially a cruel and selfish world.
In our dreams of becoming mothers, we pictured it blissful and beautiful. We imagined sitting in a rocking chair, singing lullabies to a sleepy, happy baby.
A violent self-degradation rears its head today. Like a dragon over my wasteland, torching everything. It brings me to despair, emptiness. Resignation.
18 years of PTSD – I cry with love and with loss, shame and guilt, anger and sadness. I scream silently. For 18 years I’ve been telling people I’m fine.