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I'm a mom who's been living a little too much in my own head. This is me starting to move — one wave, one word, one wrong-made-right at a time.
Still looking for a way to spread hope and love through tuna cans.
Four years ago a bird sang and everything changed — and what I'd like to tell that woman now.
On motherhood, a depression no one saw, and the long way back to myself — and to God.
On my daughter's second birthday, my body decided it was time to remember everything I had taught it to endure.