I have always been very good at justifying everything that I feel panicky about. Having had anxiety, I know that it manifests in different forms and since having kids, mine has come through in a variety of ways. For example obsessing about dying. I would sit alone in the dark at night, counting down the years that I might have with my children and how old they would be when I die. Then depending on if I die early or not, how would I be able to help them, and it just goes in and on. I would also obsess over my skin (as I am fair with moles), trying to see whether any of my moles looked like cancer - I still do it, but less so.
My anxiety has manifested at different times after each baby. With my first born it didn’t seem to affect me as badly. D-MER was new to me. I don’t know whether it was a coincidence, as I do believe that your hormones can play a huge part in your anxiety levels. I experienced a constant feeling of panic and had obsessive thoughts about dying, all the while staring at all my moles looking for signs of melanoma.
I had obsessive thoughts and displayed irrational behaviour and confusion when I was out with children, worrying about every single way that they might die or get hurt. I wasn’t able to enjoy any situations especially near water, sometimes seeing things differently as to how they actually are - thinking my children were closer to the water or the road than they actually were.
I continued to obsess over dying, constantly.
The things I have done to help myself include exercising, getting outside, taking courses and starting a business - basically finding other things to focus my energy on. Not drinking too much alcohol or caffeine. Talking to people about it. Talking to my doctor. Whilst I was in the United States, I didn’t know where to start in New York City, and then we started moving around because my husband didn’t have a job. We were under a huge amount of stress, which obviously didn’t help. During my next two pregnancies it seemed that my anxiety only existed in the form of sheer panic
In Hong Kong, there were therapists available, but for me it was about finding the time, and it’s also expensive if you don’t have insurance. Add COVID-19 into the mix, and things became so much more difficult.