Author: Tess

It’s hard. All of it. The living, breathing, existing. Depression got the best of me for most of my teenage and adult life. Along the way, I lost friends, jobs, and myself. Depression is a thief, it steals time and your identity. I am still fighting to find the woman I once was. I took out my sadness and pain on my body; starving myself to gain control. An oxymoron, isn’t it? When you are so lost, you do anything to create purpose.

I never wanted to be a Mom. Not because I couldn’t imagine life with a child or that I could love someone more than myself; but because I never wanted my child to go through the pain, heartache, challenges and insecurities that I have endured. I know now that my story will help me be a better Momma. I am so grateful for my baby girl; she is the biggest blessing of my life. She truly is a gift from God; she is the happiest, most smiling baby and I can only know that she is here to show me how wonderful life can be. Thank you, my dear Madeleine, for giving me light. ✨ You have saved me. 💚