PMDD

I told myself that if I ever started a blog, I would be completely honest. Life in our family is fun. I enjoy homeschooling. I enjoy my kids. But for two weeks out of every month, I am ridden with anxiety and feeling overwhelmed. I question whether I am a good mother, whether I am a good wife, and whether I am a good person. I fight just to get out of bed every day. I thought this was normal, but my gynecologist thinks it is PMDD. She prescribed an antidepressant that I take for only those two weeks. I've been taking it for only two days, but I am hopeful that it will help me.

I know that so many women feel like I do but they are too afraid to say so because it would mean admitting defeat. It would mean admitting failure. It would mean admitting weakness. I felt the same way, but after discussing it with my doctor, I think it is best for me and my family for me to try the medication and give my family back the mom and wife that they need. It's not weak to take care of yourself. It's not failing to admit you need help. You're not defeated when you're fighting. You're not defeated unless you give up.

"I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from The Lord, which made heaven and earth." Psalm 121:1, 2