𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧.
Yesterday, we received a letter from our older son's nursery school that a parent was in self-quarantine due to exposure to the coronavirus. So we’ve kept him home today, more at my husband’s insistence because my desire to fight my anxiety is telling me to proceed 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, proceed with 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭:
𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘓𝘐 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘕𝘠𝘊 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘕𝘠𝘊 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 “𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴” 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. But I can’t help 𝘣𝘶𝘵 worry. I worry about my grandma. I worry about family and friends in the at-risk groups. And as a mom, I just worry 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥. Because as a mom, things feel different. Heck, I don’t think I had much anxiety pre-motherhood. Now, I worry about THEM and the world THEY live in. If you feel like I am, BREATHE, do what you can to stay healthy, and know these feelings during unprecedented times and times of uncertainty are normal. Hoping this all passes soon and that everyone stays safe, healthy and sane during these times.