⚠️ Trigger Warning: This post discusses mental health, emotional overwhelm, and the experience of asking for help.
📌 Disclaimer: I am not a mental health professional. This is a personal story based on my lived experience. If you’re struggling, please speak with a licensed professional or reach out for support.
I didn’t wake up that morning planning to fall apart.
I was just trying to get through the day — like always.
Kids to care for. Work to do. My mind racing while my body screamed “slow down.”
I felt like I was drowning in everything, but I still kept pushing. Because that’s what I do.
Until I couldn’t anymore.
I sat on the edge of the bed, frozen.
My heart was pounding. My chest was tight. My thoughts were spiraling.
And for the first time, I said out loud:
“I can’t do this alone anymore.”
That was the moment everything shifted.
That was the day I realized I needed help.
Not just a nap or a reset.
Real help. Real support. Real space to not always be the strong one.
For so long, I convinced myself that asking for help meant I was weak.
That I wasn’t doing enough. That I was failing — as a mom, a wife, a woman.
But the truth is:
Asking for help was the bravest damn thing I’ve ever done.
It was messy.
Filling out therapy intake forms made me cry.
Saying “I need support” out loud felt like ripping open a wound.
But I did it anyway. And I’m proud I did.
If you’ve ever struggled to open up about your anxiety, especially around your kids, I shared more about how we approach that in our home here:
👉 Breaking the Stigma: How I Talk to My Kids About Anxiety and Panic Attacks
It’s not just about me anymore.
My kids see me learning how to cope. They see me reaching for calm instead of collapsing.
And that matters.
Since asking for help, I’ve learned how to:
- Recognize my triggers
- Talk about what I’m feeling without shame
- Take breaks before I break
- Breathe before I spiral
And no — I’m not healed. But I’m healing.
That’s a big difference.
If you’re reading this wondering if you need help too, let me say this clearly:
You don’t have to hit rock bottom to ask for support.
You just have to be honest with yourself.
Whether it’s therapy, medication, journaling, community, or just admitting “I’m not okay” — help is out there. And you deserve it.
The day I asked for help was the day I started becoming myself again.
— Shanice, Anxiety Momster
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