Depression is a hell of a thing. It comes and goes in tidal waves. One day you’re feeling okay and then next day, you just aren’t. Nothing has to typically set it off but when it does go off- man, does that shit go off. I feel like since having kids the world has gotten a million times harder but always worth it. The struggle is there, but for a purpose. The only challenge is reminding myself to not be down about the struggle when it feels so constant. It’s a viscous cycle, especially when everyone is always telling you that you’re not good enough, lazy, etc. ANYWAYS- I hope anyone who is having the same struggle can find their purpose. Shit isn’t easy.