I've typed this out a few times and deleted it. Part of me feels like I should have done something months ago, part of me feels very silly and everyone feels this way.
Since the very day my son was born my emotions became instantly overwhelming. I've never been an anxious or depressed person. I had a period of self harm in a bad relationship but it was a situational coping mechanism that was never repeated. I was always quite 'soft' but never really tearful. I would go months without crying.
DS is 17 months old and he is an absolute joy. He was very much wanted and is very much loved. My DH is wonderful and supportive. And I think that's sort of the problem. All of a sudden I had everything I'd ever wanted and now I'm terrified of it being taken from me.
I lay awake at night imagining horrific scenarios and how I would deal with them. I cry myself to sleep whilst my boys are happily dreaming away. I'm suddenly terrified of driving. I'm scared of other people caring for my son. I imagine terrible things like house fires and diseases and kidnappings but also normal stuff like bullying that chokes me up and I can't breathe. I can't read the news anymore without crying and having nightmares. I cry at adverts. I cry at books. I cry at sad stories about someone's mother's cousin's grandchild. I feel like this all the time and I don't want to. I don't want to spend the rest of my life waiting for the worst to happen.
Life is raw and painful. Every day. Is this just motherhood?