Literally just petrified of my children growing up. I look at their baby pictures and wish I was back there giving them even more love, cuddles, laughter.
I miss them getting bigger every day. I've recently had a severe major depressive and anxiety episode and I feel ill always think this way.
Am I the only one who feels this way? How do you cope? I want to cry when I look at them which is a lot better than a week or two ago but still.
I hate this.
Any experiences, hand holds, thoughts or anything else would be lovely.
Time is going too fast and I just want my little angels forever. Irrational but true.
Go easy on me.