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Alexis Lesa describes her abiding fears of losing her married man or children while she had postpartum anxiety.

I never used to think about death. Equally a teenager, I idea I was untouchable, invincible, like many teenagers are apt to exercise. I didn't empathize what it might hateful to lose someone; I didn't experience a decease in my family until I was 24 years old.

When I got married, though, overnight I became enlightened of the possibility of having something invaluable taken away from me. However, information technology wasn't until I developed postpartum feet that I became preoccupied with the topic. Information technology began to fill my encephalon, taking on a life of its own and sometimes making it difficult to focus on annihilation else.

An obsession with death and dying tin be a symptom of postpartum anxiety, peculiarly in those women with postpartum OCD. Of class, at the time I didn't know this, then I just idea I was losing my heed.

I had to cheque on my son at least twice before I went to sleep every night, and I often found myself getting out of bed to make sure the front door was locked, even though I always lock the door behind me when I get home. Every time nosotros'd bulldoze on the expressway, I would lock the car doors considering I had a recurring waking nightmare well-nigh a door malfunctioning and me or 1 of my family unit members being sucked out of the car, kind of like in the movies when an airplane door is opened mid-flight.

At dark, I would pray to God to go along my hubby and son (and eventually sons) safe. Then I would lie in bed and panic—sometimes cry—thinking about having to go on with life without my married man or baby. It often took hours before I could sleep, and once in a while I'd observe myself repeating over and over into thin air, "Please merely go along them safety. Delight just continue them safe. Delight just keep them safe."

I'd often think virtually my own death, too. Non in a suicidal fashion, just in a compulsive, hysterical way. What would my family unit do without me? What would happen to me? Would anyone get to my funeral? Who would clothes my body? I didn't want anyone to see me without apparel on. It's near funny in retrospect, only it was terrifying at the time. My stomach would be in knots for hours after ane of my rounds of death thoughts.

Even at present, though a smashing bargain of my postpartum anxiety symptoms have abated, the fear of death and dying remains. This morning I cried for an hour after reading the weblog of a woman whose son killed himself six months ago. I couldn't stop myself from reading every entry from the last six months. She has ii sons, and the oldest is gone now.

I kept thinking of my own ii boys and I swear, my heart stopped beating when I thought of one of them not being here anymore. I got up and went to my oldest son's room; he was supposed to exist napping, but was doing his usual routine of talking to himself to stay awake. I laid down next to him and asked him to hold me, and I told him that I loved him. He put his little artillery around my neck and squeezed me and so tight. I finally was able to cease crying, but I couldn't end the thoughts.

I'm not sure when this volition become away. Perhaps it's just a part of my personality at present, like my dearest of reading or loud laugh. I don't want to allow it rule me, though. Sometimes I'm then paralyzed by worrying over my mortality that I don't have fourth dimension or energy to appreciate the fourth dimension I have here on this globe.

I suppose I need to have what'due south good about this part of postpartum anxiety and run with it, since I don't know if it's necessarily temporary. For example, I can't hang up the telephone with my hubby or go to bed for the night without saying "I beloved yous." I have to say it to my kids every fourth dimension we part, as well. My husband asked me why I experience the compulsion to say that (even when I'grand angry or annoyed with him), and I told him that if he or one of our children were to die suddenly, I would want the last words they heard to be "I dearest you."

So maybe I'thou crazy, simply at least my family will never question my love for them. In the one thousand scheme of things, perhaps it's worth the trade.

Alexis Lesa

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Source: https://postpartumprogress.com/on-postpartum-anxiety-the-incessant-fear-of-losing-your-loved-ones