It all begins with a significant life change. Perhaps it’s the arrival of a new baby. For me, it was when my third son came into the world. At first, I chalked it up to the stress of managing three little ones. But soon enough, I found myself losing my temper over the smallest things.
Not just the big messes, like my 4-year-old turning the living room into an art studio with wall paint, but also the trivial incidents, such as my 2-year-old scattering Duplos across the floor. The sound of those toys crashing down sent my nerves into a frenzy. I felt a simmering rage rising within me. Even a simple request, like “Mama, I’m hungry,” could trigger a wave of anger. “But you just ate!” I would snap from the couch, nursing the baby. “Do I look like I can move? Grab yourself a banana.”
After these outbursts, guilt would wash over me. I loved my kids dearly and never intended to hurt them. Yet, the cycle of yelling continued, leaving me feeling like I was losing my grip on myself.
I assumed, like many others might, that I had developed an anger issue. I thought I was a horrible person and that I was alone in this experience. Who yells at their children like this if not a bad parent? I had no clue that my anxiety disorder was manifesting itself as anger.
In reality, I wasn’t angry; I was terrified. We all learn about our struggles in different ways. For me, it was during a session with my psychiatrist, who was checking in on my postpartum anxiety. I finally broke down, confessing, “I feel terrible for my kids. I have no patience anymore. They deserve better.”
She responded gently, “It’s all part of the same anxiety disorder. Sometimes it shows up as stress, which then turns into anger. You aren’t angry at your kids; you’re scared. This is quite common.”
That moment brought me relief. I cried for what felt like ages, realizing I wasn’t alone in this. I wasn’t a terrible person; I was a mother struggling with a disorder. I was one of many who lash out in frustration without a clear reason.
Fast forward three years, I’m still on medication for anxiety, which has evolved from postpartum anxiety to generalized anxiety disorder (GAD). I hadn’t turned into an angry person; I was simply overwhelmed. Perhaps the sound of the Duplos clattering rattled me because I felt I was losing control of our home life. Maybe my son’s request for food while I was nursing made me angry because I feared I couldn’t adequately meet his needs.
Now I can recognize the signs. The tension builds, and fear or panic rises as the anger boils over. Clutter and chaos often trigger my rage. Fellow anxiety warriors, you know this feeling: the dread that if things spiral out of control, you may never regain your footing.
Living amidst mess is daunting. I dread the thought of returning to a chaotic space. And what do kids do best? Create messes! We all know they can turn a tidy room into chaos in mere minutes. It doesn’t matter how much we accept this reality—it still infuriates us. That rage often stems from our own fears rather than their behavior.
Consider the frantic mornings when you’re trying to leave the house. Your youngest can’t find his shoes, and you start to feel the anger surge. Then you step outside only to realize you’ve forgotten the car keys, forcing you to leave the kids behind while you hunt for them. The frustration mounts, and when the youngest refuses to get into his car seat, all of that pent-up energy erupts. “Why can’t you do this right? You’re not a baby!” you yell at your three-year-old, who just wants your attention. In that moment, it’s clear: your anger isn’t aimed at him; it’s a reflection of your anxiety and overwhelm.
This encapsulates living with an anxiety disorder that manifests as stress and anger. Every day, you strive to manage your emotions, keep the mess under control, and figure out what you’re truly feeling. It’s exhausting, and sometimes, it feels impossible. When you lose your cool and snap at those you love most, it’s utterly heartbreaking.
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In summary, my journey through anxiety taught me that my anger was a mask for deeper fears. Understanding this has helped me find compassion for myself as well as for my kids.
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