There was a time in my life when I didn’t want to be here. Not because I was lacking in anything, but because my internal feelings said that I didn’t belong. I was putting on a great face just to make it through the day as wife, mom, daughter, friend, auntie, etc., just to find those moments alone where i just cried.

Cried for no reason. Cried because I was alive but I wasn’t living, nor did I know if I wanted to be alive. In this long season, I was depressed. 

I suffered in silence for quite sometime with post-partum  depression & PTSD. They had overtaken me and I wanted to just fold to them, but I didn’t. 

I didn’t fold because God kept reminding me through the process that I had the strength that I needed. 

Don’t let the world make you feel crazy for needing help, for having weak moments. We are real people who may face this dark place called depression.

 If you need help, don’t be afraid to reach out.

God said his grace and mercy is sufficient for us all, and you are worth being  here. You are worth the work and the fight.

Much love,

Shamere

...if you or anyone you know needs help, the NAMI Hotline number is 

800-950-NAMI