“I never understood postpartum depression. Just like I never understood motherhood.”

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“I never understood postpartum depression. Just like I never understood motherhood.”
“Life threw my family a curveball, forcing us to navigate through a dark, grief-stricken road after two of our children died.”
“He fought and fought. On this special day, he got to meet one of his favorite super heroes in the form a window washer. Batman is cool and all, but Noah is truly the superhero in this picture.”
“Now we had to worry about getting our son the help he needed, and protect ourselves from something we never did.”
“My heart burst. His name is Wally, he is 94, and he has been doing this for years!”
“I have finally learned to let go of all the things I can’t be anymore.”
“Bite my tongue for even saying or thinking it, right? But, I did think about it.”
“Eventually, my heart began to beat on its own again. I met my daughter for the first time two weeks after delivery.”
“Up until sending that email, I was safe. But now, I could be accepted…or rejected. I was like a zombie, only moving whenever my phone rang. ‘Hi Samantha.’ She expected me to be mad or hurt by her giving me up for adoption. Her voice was so soft, kind, and vulnerable.”
“They used a green screen? WHAT?! I probably should have read some fine print. Maybe they will be ok.”