Heavy, Heavy.

 

Dealing with anxiety and depression on a daily is a beast.

But when you're trying to manage that as best you can and your child is dealing with the same thing, that's a whole 'nother monster.

You never know from day to day what it's going to be like.

What simple thing might set her off.
What will make her cry for no reason.
If you do too much, she'll be in a mood.
If you don't do enough, she'll be in a mood.

When I do simple parenting, I'm accused of being mean or yelling or being mad at her; and NONE of that is the case.

I can't win for losing.

At times I feel like a total failure as a mother because I'm trying my best to make things better and it seems like that's just not enough.

Some days it literally feels like I'm drowning and there's no water around.

I smile.
I keep it pushing.
Folks just don't know.

God knows I'm trying my best but at times this load can be a whole... lot.