Sweet girl , I see you. Roaming aimlessly through the grocery store, legs heavy, wondering if anyone else can see. I can see that it took every fragment of energy you could assemble just to get dressed today. Trying not to make eye contact with the cart coming towards you. Inside screaming “please don’t talk to me, please just don’t”. I see you. I see you in the store wandering through aisles touching random clothing. Touching something that won’t drink anymore energy out of you. I see you. I see you driving through the Starbucks waiting for a stranger to smile at you with no expectations. A short conversation about the weather is all your soul needs to know it is still sane. I see you. I see you picking up your kids from school ringing your hands together, trying to suppress the anxiety that the other moms give you. I see you. Measuring yourself against them without ever exchanging a word. I see you sitting at dinner shoving food down your throat praying that it will all come back up. I see you in church. Sitting, pleading that the darkness that you feel is pursuing you isn’t evident to all. I see you feeling more alone in church than by yourself. I see you. I see you crying when your child asks what is for dinner and you don’t have the strength to think past cereal. I see you when someone asks you to make a decision and you claim that you just can’t. I see you when you the night seems to engulf you and you beg God for the sun to rise earlier that day. I see you when you hear your husband walk out the door to work and everything in you wants him to recognize that you should not be alone. I see you.
You are not alone sweet one. You feel alone. I know you do. You seem to think you are the only one. Except that there are others out there who want to scream “Me too!”. They want to come alongside you. Hold your hand. And whisper so gently, I see you.
After suffering from post-partum depression after each of my children. I have decided that I no longer want to let the darkness control my life. I will be a voice for those that depression and anxiety hold captive.
I wanted you to know that this is a safe place to say….me too.
I see you too! So much so especially last november and early December. It was so bad!
Reblogged this on Writeawaystacey's Blog and commented:
I believe this speaks to my soul and how I feel at times and I just believe it should be reblogged!
Me too!
Sweet Shelly. I applaud your honesty and vulnerability. I have no children but suffer with anxiety tremendously. Often self inflicted yet still very real. Thank you for cracking the door between people to allow people to just be real!