Secret Mommy-Hood Confession Saturday
I found a new favorite blog this week. It's called All Work and No Play Makes Mommy Go Something-Something. I stalked her blog like a psycho bitch because she's all kinds of awesome.
Anyfatalattraction, she does this thing called Secret Mommy-Hood Confessions and Lord knows I always have something to confess. I could do this every day. But let's just take this one day at a time, shall we?
Today's confession is this:
Anxiety makes me a bitch.
I initially figured this out a couple of years ago. I was cranky as hell and at the same time, I was jittery, my heart was racing, and I was shaky. It finally dawned on me that I was bitchy because I was having severe anxiety. I got on medication and it helped tremendously.
Several months ago (under doctor's supervision, don't preach at me) I weaned myself off of all medication. I was feeling good and wanted to give it a try. And I did great for a while, until my life got turned upside down. And I went to live with my Auntie and Uncle in Bel Air.
Oh wait, that was the Fresh Prince.
Anyway, recently, the old Bitch Monster started rearing her ugly head. Again, I didn't immediately realize what was going on but after a few incidents I put 2 + 2 together and got 5. (Math was never my strong subject.) The way anxiety makes me feel makes me SO irritable. And I don't like it. I hate that something so out of my control effects my moods and my interactions. I wish I could tell myself to chill and myself would actually listen. But it just doesn't work that way. Myself has a mind of her own. Myself stresses and worries and kicks herself up into a tizzy. A bitchy little tizzy!
So I'm going to take care of it. I'm going to tame the Bitch Monster. Because anxiety might make me a bitch, but I won't let it make me ITS bitch!
Booyah anxiety! What then?!
Now go visit All Work & No Play Makes Mommy Go Something Something for more confessions!