At the start of 2010, I wasn’t sure what my future would look like. I didn’t even know at the time if I would become a mother, let alone anything else. But that December, my dream came true. And while this past decade brought its share of triumphs, joys, and pains, I wouldn’t trade those years for anything.
After the birth of my son, memories slowly started to surface. Memories I, at first, had no idea ever happened. Those memories broke me, in many ways. But then came the blood clots. The migraines. The horrendous anxiety. That caused those memories to come faster. And each one was worse than the last.
Eventually, it came to the point that I needed help. And part of that came in the form of writing. Well, a big part actually. It is the best way for me to get out of my head and…
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