Becoming a mother is life changing. It’s a blessing, and somehow also a means to complete depression.
Now, before you label and judge me, take a deeper read. I have always had the dream of having family, house with a white picket fence; a pot of coffee brewing each morning, kissing my husband goodbye on his way to work.
It all seemed so perfect. Ideal. Picturesque.
What I had never prepared for was the feeling of freedom being sucked right out of my life in one fell swoop. Gone.
My husband and I were engaged after a little over a year of dating. He proposed under the dark black sky filled with the smoke and ashes of fireworks disappaiting one, hot, fourth of July, summer night. It was heavenly.
Only 3 months later we were married and the following month, we got pregnant. These days — that’s …