The worriers in the family all look similar. We are the ones huddled together at get-togethers with furrowed brows.

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in a pool of worries. The anxiety of so much to do all the time. The mental load of motherhood looming over my shoulders at every turn.

Depression and anxiety are real. They aren't physical, but you can see them if you look close enough.

We’ve all been her, a parent in a struggle feeling like she’s not enough. Like, she maybe shouldn’t be a mom.

I was cleaning up the mess on the playroom floor when I heard, “can you lay with me?” My middle daughter was watching a movie and wanted me to cuddle up next to her.

Mental illness is an inconvenience. There are days we wake up and feel off and think, ugh, not today. Because we know it's going to be a day we struggle with our mental health.

Am I the only mom struggling with my mental health? Am I the only mom who’s exhausted but can't fall asleep at night because I worry about everything?

“Why didn’t you catch her?” I yelled at my mom as the baby flew face forward down the slide. "You can't always catch her. Besides, she put her hands out." My mom answered.

Anxiety greeted me as soon as I opened my eyes yesterday morning. I had a bad anxiety day. A day where my leg was incessantly tapping on the floor when I was seated.

The truth is motherhood is hard. It’s not picture perfect or over-the-moon happiness all the time.

There are some hard days where we picture ourselves drowning in a pond. Our hand is reaching out, but the cold water consumes our body.

Be the person who calls her asking how her first therapy session went. And even if she wasn’t sure about it, encourages her to try again.

When you’re always on the move, and then FINALLY you have a moment to breathe, and all you can do is think of more things to do--and so you go back to doing until you decide to go into bed.

Every family has one parent who worries like a boss, so don’t be ashamed to admit you’re that parent.

I'm exhausted, completely worn out, but I can't fall asleep. My brain is on 10% battery, but it stays awake, waiting for something—so I lay here waiting.

We’re the moms with social anxiety. You may not know who we are based on the way we come off.

Anxiety is… feeling like something terrible is about to happen, and feeling it in your bones.

To my child with anxiety… I will always fight your monsters. The ones under your bed and the ones in your head.

One of the hardest parts about motherhood is the anxiety. The anxiety to make sure everything is going to be okay.