Trying to parent while living with anxiety

Mornings are the worst. My heart is racing before I even get out of bed. School runs feel like a performance and I am sure all the other parents can see how close I am to falling apart.

My brain runs through every worst case scenario. What if they struggle in class. What if I miss a letter from school. What if something happens and it is my fault. By the time I get home I feel like I have run a marathon.

Therapy did not fix everything but it gave me tools. Grounding, breathing and writing things down instead of letting them swirl. I still have anxious days but I am starting to see that being honest about it makes me a better parent, not a worse one. My kids are learning that feelings are allowed and that asking for help is strong.