Mental health sometimes sucks as a parent. I don’t know how to explain this. So, I guess, picture this:
You’re sitting, listening to your child play and suddenly you feel stricken. Your eyes start to water slightly. You wipe it away because, hey, it randomly started. You start feeling warmth coming over your body, even though it’s the middle of winter, and the water in your eyes start again and it won’t stop, even though you have nothing to be upset about.
Welcome to the wonderful world of depression. We have cookies.
Depression sucks. Anxiety sucks. Simply having mental illness sucks so bad, and being a parent with a mental illness is a mental nightmare. There’s such a stigma about mental illnesses and things shouldn’t be the way they are. People are terrified to talk about it because “someone might judge me”. Well, I say who cares?
Who cares if Nosey Nancy down the street thinks your mental illness is fake. Who cares if your moms best friends’ dad knew someone who thought PTSD was made up? Break the stigma and talk about it, or there will always be this looming horridness.