I am posting to find out if there’s anybody else who thinks as I do and how normal it is… I am 36 years old with 2 children, my daughter is 4 and my son is 9 months old. Currently breastfeeding (as maybe the hormones involved can explain some of how I’m feeling). I have suffered with depression in the past but I since having my daughter I find I do not have time to be depressed, nor do I actually have anything to be depressed about. I am actually very grateful, appreciative and content with my life and I am experiencing no hardship. I am not longer with my daughter’s father but I live now with my son’s father. I am quite a perfectionist type and tend to be an analyser and overthinker. I would say I am constantly in a state of stress.
Since my daughter was born I experienced bad thoughts of terrible things happening to her that were out of my control, things like me carrying her and her leaning and falling out of my arms over the banister. Or if she went with her dad for some time I would imagine that he would get into a car accident and that if she was helpless and wanting me, I wouldn’t be there to do anything. I would hear about vicious dog attacks and text her dad to let him know not to go near any dogs with her, or I wouldn’t be able to sleep when she stayed overnight with him and end up texting him to make sure he had a working carbon monoxide monitor! I have these thoughts less with my son because he is with me constantly, although I am terrified of accidents or choking and not being able to do anything. Recently things have got worse. Of a night time when I sit and scroll on my phone, the doom stories just keep on coming. About demons and babies and deaths and terrorists, conspiracy theories and the general state of the world. I feel so helpless that I can’t protect my kids. I image scary scenarios that I can’t remedy. It is all very morbid. I imagine my own death and how it would affect my kids and everything.
Obviously the algorithm is now set on these things because I watch and dwell on them so I just see more of it. My partner is oblivious and clearly has a different algorithm or is just more chilled with life. Maybe it is a mum thing? We went on a long haul flight last year and are set to go again this year, and all I worry about is something terrible happening and my children suffering! It’s so consuming. I am definitely anxious and sometimes get overwhelmed with the chaos and noises of a life with 2 kids. I feel like I have no time or consideration for myself, but then I feel guilty for thinking about that.
I am just wondering if this resonates with anyone and whether this (irrational) worry is just part of being a mum?