A Turning Point

I’ve mentioned earlier in the year on Instagram that I began experiencing strange symptoms which while could be linked to ominous things, thankfully were ruled out. In the same breath I noted I also had been diagnosed with postpartum anxiety. As my doctors have gone through a process of elimination, it’s dawned on me that anxiety is playing a major role not only for my mind, but how it can manifest physically.⁣
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While I’ve advocated for mental health, I didn’t realize I held some regrettable deep rooted stigmas towards mental illness. This was evidenced to me by how much SHAME I’ve felt- not to mention embarrassment. I’ve been ashamed for feeling weak, losing grip on reality, not being able to “snap out of it,” stunned it suddenly decided to rear its ugly head with baby number three. I’m also learning there is FREEDOM in authentic vulnerability, removing our struggles from the shadows and receiving help.⁣
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There is freedom in Jesus too. He’s got this- it’s going to be ok.
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I felt compelled to share while still very much navigating this. If you’re quietly struggling with this, I don’t have the answers but if anything know you’re not alone.⁣
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Today I’m reminded hardship and joy can coexist and to enjoy the simple things. Enjoying sunshine and my babies does my heart good!