A year ago I was not in a good headspace. I was trying to manage postpartum emotions, a new born, pre-eclampsia that had onset at the time of my induction due to restricted growth of my baby. I was popping medications to manage my high blood pressure and trying to manage the household tasks, take care of all the kids (and pets 😉 ).
This was also around the time that our oldest son was repeatedly damaging our home wherever something did not go his way. This is also when I would find myself escaping to the basement to sort and fold laundry and having a breakdown while still taking care of mom stuff. I do not like doing laundry so this was a clear indication to me I was not myself.
I remember sitting on the couch and telling my husband that I felt "broken." The next morning, Papa Roach's "Help" came on the radio. That was the last sign. I started doing therapy to help me get back to being ne. This alone did not do the trick. I was still having heart palpitations and chest pain. After a while, I reached out to my doctor and now one year later I am much healthier!