I never thought I would suffer from depression, let alone, anxiety, and PTSD. After losing my son when he was 12 weeks old, I was in denial about my mental health.

I had to accept my new reality, allow myself to express my feelings , and finally humble myself to ask for help. I knew I couldn’t get out of the darkness alone.

It took time; it took perseverance. It was worth it. I am divinely aligned with my purpose to help other bereaved mothers spark joy in their lives. 

You might think you will never feel like yourself again. And you’re right, BUT you can learn to embrace your new identity. You can love yourself again, feel healthy again, and find your new self.