I just want to say that this will be about my faith in God and you don’t like to read about that or it offends you then please keep scrolling
This is my first born son and I. He is truly a gift from god.
I suffer from severe chronic depression and have only in the past year tried medicine to help it. I loved in denial about it for a very very long time. I believe it’s genetic because my mother had it. The point is I cannot handle extreme situations. Especially if it involves death. My mother had a lot of health issues starting with a brain tumor that she survived and a serious infection that put her in ICU. She survived all of this to die from a fall in her house. Whenever she was sick with the tumor I was young and didn’t understand the whole situation. He kept her here for me. She had the infection and I was pregnant with my son I prayed and I prayed to let her see him born. He kept her here for me. It was the February of my senior year and it was a few months before my son turned 1. He took her from me. I was angry I gave up my faith I didn’t understand why. But now I look at him and I thank god that I had him to take care of otherwise I think I would have taken my own life I was so sad for such a very long long time and I envisioned how much easier it would be just to give up. But I would look at his face and think of how I feel now without my mom and I would be doing that to him. I would make him mad and angry and make him give up on his faith he might have a chance to have. It’s been two years since my mother died and my son is now three and I truly couldn’t imagine having a better little boy. He is truly the sweetest little boy and I am so thankful that he is mine and I’m so thankful God gave me something to hold on to while he took my mother from her pain.
I still deal my depression but at least I know what it is and what I can do to help it get better because my pride and joy deserves everything in this world.