My virtual friend Julie at Up Up, the Blog is struggling with postpartum anxiety for a second time. She writes about it this week:

it's annoying and stupid and complicated. it's like the trauma of two total breakdowns (the first was worse than the second, but not by much i wouldn't say) has now become one of the factors creating my anxiety.

i'm anxious about being anxious? or no! about having been anxious.

over the last two years i've definitely learned some tricks. i know how to sit with my anxiety better. how not to let it snowball. how to wait for it to pass the way you might wait for a marching band to pass in the parade. hell, i've learned to know it's anxiety i'm feeling and not something else. that's a pretty big deal.

i still feel like it is acutely related to my children even as it has absolutely nothing to do with them. perhaps what i mean to say is that it is acutely related to parenting although not at all because of my kids. there's just something about parenting that makes avoiding fears impossible. something about it that forces you to learn to sit with things that are uncomfortable, even as doing so can sometimes make you all the more uncomfortable.

How I love that last paragraph. I think it's the perfect description of how some of us can love our children but be afraid of or discombobulated by or completely thrown by parenting.

That was me for sure. It's not that I didn't love Jack. I practically breathe Jack. My children are like oxygen to me. But the act of parenting scared me and worried me and immobilized me. I think a lot of my anxiety and OCD came from my relationship with my own mother and my traumatic early childhood. I didn't feel like I had any idea of how to be a mother, and this only occurred to me after my baby was born. It took a lot of professional help from a therapist for me to be able tosee where my thinking was wrong. And it was wrong. I can do this.

I am doing this.

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