i feel broken and alone. i'll keep hiding behind a fake smile as long as i can.

How come nobody ever tells you that you're in the good times? It's only when you come out of the good times that you realize those were the good times.

I still look back at when I was younger and think, what would happen if I was a part of the cool crowd? Would I have more/better friends?

I feel so frustrated all the time nobody helps me and when they do it’s because I have already lost my damn mind and am yelling!!

Without my children I honestly don't know where I would be. I am very thankful for them they give me the strength every day to keep pushing to be my very best.

My postpartum depression is getting the best of me. I swear no matter how hard I try to do everything right I keep falling further and further behind. When will it stop.