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.

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.

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.

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