Yay Depression is great!
Oh wait, it's not. And I've spent the past two years trying to keep my shit under control. And now I'm finally finding a sense of balance.
Anxiety has been brought down thanks to a fantastic husband and some good friends. My attempt to get fit and lose weight were thrown off track by a miscarriage and my beloved puggle, Lupo, being diagnosed with cancer a month later- then losing that battle nearly 5 months after that. Due to his medication I had to put off any attempts at pregnancy for several months after his death.
I've wanted to be a mom my entire life and having to deal with that loss just about killed me inside.
But I'm dealing- I'm alive. Restarted my fitness goals and I've even found a new dog to adopt and bring into my heart.
So I'll be okay