“There are no words to describe what it feels like to watch your children weaken over time. Depression and anxiety visit me daily. Some days, I punch my pillow and beg for different circumstances.”
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“There are no words to describe what it feels like to watch your children weaken over time. Depression and anxiety visit me daily. Some days, I punch my pillow and beg for different circumstances.”
“For those who are struggling with depression, anxiety, and all forms of mental illness, you won’t stay in that situation forever. I can attest to that.”
“But one night, after sweat, tears, and pain, we are there. Experiencing the rush of our hearts separating from our bodies and arriving as a tiny human—suddenly free in this giant world. A piece of our souls, breathing the same air, thumping its own heart, but still needing us.”
“The current state of the world is becoming the new excuse as to why families like mine don’t get the help we need.”
“Nope, no one told me how much I would have to give up. But you know what? No one told me how much I would gain.”
“I won’t be curling my hair, putting on a lot of makeup, showering every day, or having clothes without breastmilk spilled all over them. But I also won’t be beating myself up for missing some unrealistic expectation of having it all together in those first few days.”
“Had the nurse just called an emergency, had the doctor just put aside that she didn’t like our parental choices… we wouldn’t have to live with this unbearable pain.”
“I won’t be taking these things with me anymore, and I hope you’ll do the same.”
“Sometimes, there aren’t enough tissues for the tears or words for the hurt.”
“My body is exhausted, my mind feels lost, and my spirit has been continually crushed. Month after month we try so hard, but are still left with nothing more than a handful of negative tests. Yet, I still can’t get myself to give it all up and quit.”