Two funny-ish examples of what it's like to be a mom with diagnosed anxiety
I say funny-ish because anyone who has anxiety (or any other mental illess) knows it can turn dark quick. I'm lucky that for at least the last year, I've been able to laugh at my anxiety and dismiss it before it gets scary (but not before I sweat a little but like, that's just me...MY AWKWARD IS SHOWING.) Scenario 1: I mutter “whoaaaa, ok” under my breath as a woman backs out of the school parking lot without checking to see if anyone is behind her (me). Clara: don’t be so furious, she’s just a grandma. Me: Clara, do you know what furious means? (I explain it after it becomes clear she does not.) Regular me to me: Well that was kind of funny. Anxious me to me: If she thinks that is me being furious, I wonder how many times she has thought I was furious when I was not. I wonder who all she has told I was furious when I dropped a pen and said "ugh" if she thinks muttering "whoa ok" is furious. I bet she's told all her teachers...