Parenting with depression
This has not been easy for me or my children.
The sudden outbursts. The lack of energy. The negativity. The sleeping and lounging around. The messy buns and no showers. My kids have seen it all.
But the reality and the deep conversations they receive have been a benefit. They know I am real. In my talk and in my actions.
They saw me seek help through a mental facility as an outpatient. The counselling. Reliving the past. My apologies and my hugs. My love.
I’m harder on myself then they are. I truly am sorry. But my motivation for help was them. To be a happier more level headed and controlled person.
I’m still a work in progress but I’m in a better place, then I was! For them and my husband, I’m very grateful! I have a good life to live. They are my motivation. 💕
This is a picture of them when I was grieving. Grieving the loss of my mother. They were so grateful I took them to the park. I was glad that I had enough energy to do so! My son has never met my mother. She died a year before I got pregnant with him.
— Leandra Richie