That Bridge is on Fire, Back to Where I've Been
Postpartum depression can be a bitch. But I think that it is part of the experience of being a first time mother that we will ultimately learn from; without it, we cannot gain a certain amount of wisdom that is absolutely necessary to become a good mother. It is something to add to the list of sacrifices that have been made and that I would happily make again. Because for every sacrifice I have had to make throughout the current crazy-amazing time in my life, I am rewarded 3-fold with something that is indescribable from my kids and my soon-to-be husband. I love my family so much. Shane is the most tender, loving man I have ever had the privilege of being with. Phenix is my sweet boy who tries hard to make everyone happy everyday. Elliette teaches me something new about myself every time I look at her. I love these three people more than I ever thought I could love anyone, ever. And the few friends that I have left are my tried and true forever friends and I don't need the other ones anyway. I don't want the other ones... for the rest of my life I am never going to waste my time with anyone who doesn't matter. Life is too short to take time away from the ones I love the most to fuck off with people that could give a shit less about me. For what?
I see and feel myself changing for the better everyday. I have surprised myself with how strong and dedicated I have been and continue to be, and for that I am proud.
I see and feel myself changing for the better everyday. I have surprised myself with how strong and dedicated I have been and continue to be, and for that I am proud.