I wanted to be a mom SO bad. I kept telling myself that my life would be complete once I became a mom. I asked my husband constantly to have a baby. Begged, sometimes. Finally, we both felt we were ready. October 26th 2016 was the day I became a mom. And how does the universe repay me? By giving me debilitating postpartum depression. What kind of shit is that? These last five months have been a struggle and the tunnel ahead still seems like a dark one, but I'm working through it and I hope all the other momma's out there dealing with the same thing can relate to my words. Being a mom is HARD. Getting out of bed is HARD. It's so hard. But I'm trying.