The Day A Lady Made Me Cry In Wal-Mart
She Didn’t Know My Whole Story. She Could Have Kept Her Mouth Shut.
I’ll never forget the day that I was made to cry in Wal-Mart. It wasn’t a good type of cry. It was a cry that had been waiting to be released for months. One that just confirmed that I was doing a crappy job at this whole parenting gig. Or so I thought.
I had just recently become a single mom. My life was chaos while I tried to find my footing. I had three kids under 5 years old.
I was suffering from anxiety and depression and was not medicated at this time. Though I should have been.
Even in the best of times, taking 3 young kids to the grocery store is hell on earth. I’m sure most mothers hate taking their kids to the store with them but sometimes it has to be done.
I was so low on groceries because my anxiety was keeping me from leaving the house. Just the thought of it sent me into a panic attack. But it had to be done. I had let it go as long as I could and I had to psych myself up to leave the house and deal with the public.
