Something about knowing I had another person to take care of beyond myself who couldn’t do it on his own motivated me to take the necessary steps to wean off of my medication and actively fight the anxiety and panic.
I figured that was all I needed to defeat this monster under my bed for good, but with the birth of my son came postpartum depression (a story for another day), and then came my second pregnancy and the return of my anxious adversary.
But motherhood gave me two beautiful little reasons to fight every day and choose victory as much as I’m able, because if my own health and happiness isn’t reason enough, theirs absolutely is.
I also know my children may one day struggle with the same issues I do, and I fully intend to be ready to support them through it as a weathered veteran, and I thank God that I am going through this now if only so that I can be a better mom to them if and when that day comes.