Or is it my stupid anxiety ruling me?
I would really like to go to my GP to see if I am able to get some help with my anxiety which is getting out of control. I am holding it together, but it is borderline, tbh.
But, part of the endless noise in my brain is that if I actually tell someone what is happening, then they will let social services know and then my children will be taken away. And I couldn't cope with that. It would just end me.
So, I'm spiralling. I keep thinking that it is not a realistic scenario, and it shouldn't stop me doing anything that might help me, but the 'what if?' questions dominate and keep me awake at 3 am. I mean they're not in any danger from me, but if anyone thought I wasn't fit to be around them, then clearly I would leave and my husband would still be here looking after them. I would listen if that was the case. I would. But I'm still scared.
Is it honestly a possibility or is it just my brain playing tricks?