My partner, Sarah, and I had only been married for a few months when she first floated the idea of having a baby. It was the spring of 2005, and we were living in a cozy two-bedroom apartment in Salt Lake City. While we had joked about what our future child might be like—would they inherit my stocky build or Sarah’s slender frame?—the concept felt surreal until after we tied the knot.
I had always wrestled with mixed emotions about parenthood. It wasn’t that I didn’t want kids; rather, I feared the added stress they might bring. Living with generalized anxiety means that managing stress becomes paramount. You navigate life in a constant state of worry, hoping for the best while feeling a persistent unease in your gut—a sensation that urges you to flee, though you can’t quite pinpoint what you’re running from.
One evening, while we were cooking dinner, Sarah turned to me and said, “I think we should try for a baby.”
“Try for what?” I replied, bewildered.
“To have a baby!”
“Whoa, let’s pump the brakes,” I said. “I think we should hold off.”
Sarah pressed for reasons why we needed to wait, reminding me that we loved each other and were already married. I agreed with her logic, but deep down, I was worried. I thought about those late-night panic attacks and how the chaos of childbirth could trigger another episode. The sleepless nights with a newborn? A recipe for disaster for someone like me, who thrives on routine.
Before marrying Sarah, I spent years finding the right blend of medication, exercise, and meditation to manage my anxiety, and I was terrified that becoming a parent would unravel all the progress I had made. Taking that leap of faith to start a family felt daunting. I had to remind myself that I had a supportive partner by my side.
Fast forward a decade and three kids later, I’ve come to realize that the initial leap of faith was just the first of many. Parenthood with an anxiety disorder means pulling yourself together when your kids need you, even when you’re gripped by irrational fears. It’s about pushing through those moments of dread and seeking comfort in the person you love.
It’s like adding a whole new layer of worries to your existing pile and figuring out how to manage them daily. But it also brings a whirlwind of distractions that keep you busy enough to not dwell on your fears constantly. Sometimes, the anxiety can be overwhelming, leaving me on the edge of functioning. In those moments, I lean on Sarah for support so I can take a breather.
Yet, there are also magical moments when my kids climb into my lap, snuggling in a way that melts all my worries away. It makes me question why I ever hesitated to become a parent—these kids are better than any medication I could take.
Shortly after my son was born, I had one of those heartwarming moments. One night, when Leo was about a month old, Sarah woke me up at 2 a.m. for my turn with the baby. Normally, I would have felt the familiar tug of anxiety, reached for my medication, and plopped down in front of the TV. But that night was different.
I stood in the dim kitchen, the only light coming from the flickering TV. In my arms was my son, wide awake yet serene. I reflected on my anxiety and the gravity of parenthood. Clad in a blanket featuring cute little bears, Leo’s peaceful face reminded me that raising him was bigger than my fears. I had a responsibility to be there for him, to embrace the sleepless nights and the challenges ahead.
“I won’t let this control my life,” I whispered to myself. “I’ve come too far. I need to be there for Leo.” I repeated it, and for the first time, I felt a sense of control over my anxiety—by focusing on my children.
Looking ahead, I can’t say it’s all sunshine and rainbows. There are days when anxiety still looms large, and I continue to work with my doctor to manage my symptoms. But I have to admit, thinking about my kids and the need to be strong for them has made me more resilient than ever. I often find myself reinforcing that mantra in moments of doubt, feeling empowered with each repetition.
It’s in these moments you realize that despite the challenges, the love and strength you gain from being a parent overshadow the anxiety. Being a parent with generalized anxiety disorder is a tricky balance, but the joy and fulfillment that come from raising my children make the journey worthwhile.
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In summary, parenting with generalized anxiety disorder is a balancing act of love, fear, and growth. It’s a journey filled with challenges, but the strength gained from your children’s love makes it all worthwhile.