Tuesday, November 8, 2011

diary of a sad anxious woman: when velma attacks

Excerpt taken from yesterdays diary entry:


man...this....


it's just....


ya know some days I feel like such a nutjob.


Velma (what us ppdchat moms called our ppd...sorry if your name is velma) lies. 


I know this.


But...I just feel like such a loser.


I feel the anxiety build up in my chest.


My heart starts fluttering faster and faster.


I feel my claustrophobia start to settle in.


Velma is coming to attack.


So what do I do to feel better?


Jog in place.


I feel the tension release in my legs 


I start to feel normal again.


My husband comes home to see me jogging around the house.


What does he do?


Give me a hug.


I feel a little less isane.


Maybe, I am not such a nutjob after all.


Then I look to my 2 year old son.


What do I see?


Him laughing.


While he jogs in place. 


What a fun game mommy came up with.


Maybe I'm not such a nutjob after all.

6 comments:

  1. You are so NOT a nutjob! You are a hodge podge of fabulous!!!! And besides, being "normal" is so boring;-)

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  2. I absolutely love that your little guy did the same thing. :)

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  3. I don't think you're a nutjob at all - and aren't hugs fabulous?

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