Not So Great Post

This week I looked like this:

 But I felt like this:

I was sleeping really well, but all my dreams were about death. During the day I was having these seemingly random panic or anxiety attacks when I couldn't stop feeling afraid. 

On Wednesday was the worst, but I got to talk a little bit about it.  
 I don't know if one of us was affecting the other, or we were both being affected by some outside influence, but my older kid was really struggling too.  I don't want to go into all the details, but it is pretty serious.  Being a mom is the worst when your kid is having a hard time.   Anyway, after the talking I think it is a bit better.  I'm less like the screaming face and more like this: