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.

I’m a part of the moms on antidepressants club. It’s a not-so-secret society made up of moms who suffer from depression and anxiety.

The sweet spot of motherhood is found in the mess. It’s in that pile of laundry on the floor that keeps accumulating every couple of hours.

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