The real, messy, honest truth
WARNING: This post is going to be real, messy, honest. A friend of mine recently sent me this blog post . It describes how I'm feeling perfectly. Recently, I've been struggling with depression. Well, I've had depression since my daughter was born in 2013 - which I have been treating, however it seems to have crept up and become less manageable recently. Why am I sharing this with you? Because I want to be real. Because I know I'm not the only one who feels this way, especially as a mom. Many moms go around in a haze and are torn up and yet they put on their smiles and fake it till they make it. I'm not so great at that. I am a decent actress, but I don't want to be fake with those I love and care about. I'm hoping if you are in this place too, this post may give you peace in knowing you aren't alone and maybe encourage you to get help. Let me back this train up a bit: Since my dad died in 2006, I have become pretty self-aware of how I am feeling