lumpy.

It’s certainly not depression.

It most resembles anxiety.

It’s bubbling just under the surface.

A sort of knot in my stomach.

A lump in my throat.

A consistent reminder that something in my brain is broken.

Capable of ruining everything at a moments notice.

So far so good.

big cody and little cody snooze.

I’d like to keep it that way.

19 thoughts on “lumpy.

  1. Kick that beyotch in the ass and tell it where to go…and when you’re done come and kick mine inits ass too so that we can sit back and watch our sweet babes in happy peace šŸ˜‰
    Hugs friend. You can do this.

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  2. Here here! Preaching to the wacky brain chemicals choir. We have your back! Ugh, depression and anxiety are such a-holes.

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  3. My youngest is 5YO, so I’m beyond the post birthing brain, however I know *lumpy* anxiety. Sounds like you’re hanging tough. Hang in there. You’re not alone. šŸ™‚

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  4. Casey, I just want to say thank you for sharing this side of yourself. It really gives the rest of us that are scared to do it guts. I know you certainly made it easier for me to talk about.

    Thanks….Shannon

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  5. Been there too. Stays on the edges now with the right meds. Anti-depressants and x.a.n.a.x as needed keep it at bay most of the time. You see it. You tell people. You reach out. You can keep it under control. Sending light.

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