It's Saturday night, late, 11:41pm late, and I am waiting, waiting, waiting on my love to finish up his blog post for the evening.
It's been a long day, it always is in this house. The hours are long and bedtime for my babies means I breathe a sigh that we made it through another day. And that this mama can have some me time for a couple hours.
I am so thankful for these beautiful gifts God gave me. God knew before I did not only how much my children would need me, but how much I would need them.
He knew that I would struggle through the deepest darkest depressions I could ever imagine, and that oftentimes the only light would be my sweet boys. There have been days I have wondered if I could take another step, wondered if it would still be worth it to keep fighting, and with them the answer is always Yes.
They are my breath and my soul and they, along with their sweet daddy, help me keep hope.
And thank God for hope.
Also? Thank God for medication. Wonderful, amazing medication that is helping me slowly regain who I really am.