The main reason that I don’t want kids is that I don’t want them to live a life full of anxiety. I have OCD and my boyfriend has anxiety and PTSD. And even thinking about how stressed a child would be with mental illness in their family breaks my heart.

Hi everyone, this is giving me so much anxiety even saying this out loud because my OcD is telling me that somehow someone will know who I am on here and report me this goes with what I’m about to say about my irrational stuff. Since my baby was born I’ve had a lot of majorrr anxiety about him getting sick. From there my postpartum ocd spiked. I had this irrational fear someone would falsely report me as a bad mom and I’d get my baby taken from me. I’ve NEVER had anyone tell me I’m a bad mom, as a matter of fact, almost every day I get praised for how good of a mom I am. My child is so loved and taken care of. So why did I have that fear? it CONSUMED ME. Obsessively cleaning my house in case a social worker came. Stopped posting myself having occasional girls nights out for dinner because I thought one of my followers would think I’m a bad mom for getting a break. Not being able to talk about ANYTHING or send pictures of my baby to family and friends to update them since we live out of state because somehow I thought I would say something wrong or do something that would make someone think I’m a bad mom. I was convinced my baby was gonna be taken for zero reason. I still sometimes catch myself over analyzing myself and what I say because I don’t want to say the wrong thing and someone think I’m not a fit mom. I would even replay every scenario I remember and then second guess myself if that really happened or if I said something or not and freak out and spiral from there. with driving, if I go over a speed bump I have to double check it wasn’t magically a person. Then I panic even though I know for a fact it was a speed bump. I hate living like this. I feel crazy. I don’t open up because I feel like I’m the only person in the world. The one time I opened up about driving it was used against me. I feel like I’m drowning and I’m failing as a mom. I don’t even open up to a therapist about my irrational fear about baby being taken bc I don’t want them to think I’m a bad mom. It just doesn’t stop.

I have been looking into healing my brain and body from all the damage ocd/stress has caused. I have discovered that I have a mild form of ptsd, which is to be expected since I had religious ocd. I have nightmares, anxiety attacks, frequent digestive problems (lack of appetite/overeating), and depressive episodes. I'm starting back at school in August and I can barely leave the house. I don't see how I can have a normal life. I feel alone and stupid, and like all the opportunities given me were wasted *and blessings. I feel like a disappointment to my parents. The one thing I want in life is to love God with all my heart mind and soul but OCD is attacking my mind 24/7 to the point where it takes away my intimacy with Christ Jesus, and I can't hear Him. I feel like crying and screaming at God just to make it stop, why would He leave me to suffer when I know He loves me and I know what He has done for me? I can't live like this much longer.

I just wanted to ask any mothers their experience with having children & the positive experiences they’ve had despite their diagnosis (even the small moments of joy)? I have always yearned to have children & grow a family however recently OCD has made me question this desire (though when I’m back to thinking rationally my heart knows I’m meant for motherhood). though I’m not oblivious to how difficult it must be, I thought it would be nice to see the good amongst the bad, not just for me but for anyone else feeling a similar way 🫶🏼