Having to admit that you are depressed makes one feel less than. Broken. Yes, that's what it is. Broken.

I may not be the best mom. I may not even get back to being the average mother I once claimed to be. But I'm here. I'm getting back up. I'm not leaving. And I'm the mom God ordained for these fours souls, and therefore I am their best mom.

Light existed all along. Of course it did. Who says it didn't because I couldn't see it?

Sometimes writing is just rubbing words together long enough to make a fire.

I know of other mothers who have children with disabilities,and right away they loved them and decided to fight for them.That isn’t my story.