Walk this journey with me? Learn the shit I'm learning in therapy, the visits I have with the Psych Doc. EMDR treatments, Ketamine therapy, the ebbs and flows of marriage and homeschooling on top of all of it. Being a mom is difficult. It's not fair to suffer from a mental illness while trying to soak in the joy of the little people you created. You're robbed, this silent thief of a disease, handed down to me through trauma and neglect, now haunt me as a mother and wife. I feel like I am never enough on a daily basis and I'm 100 percent sure they'd be better off with a mom who doesn't struggle. But that is also my BPD talking.
It's only by the grace of God and a shitty income do we qualify for insurance, and that is what started this therapy journey. That and a husband who said "enough is enough" He was literally falling to pieces in front of me, because of me, and I had no idea. I knew I was a lot to handle and my fuse was short. I did not think I was anything more than depressed and anxious. Whoa was I wrong.
This blog is going to be a lot of raw journal entry. Stories from the past and goals I hope to meet. No guarantees that it will be any good.
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