Defeated. But hopeful?

Hi, I’m Maggie. I’m 29. Ugh. I was diagnosed with postpartum depression a couple months ago. But, to be honest, Im pretty sure I’ve had depression for years. I just never had the courage to talk to someone until I became responsible for another human’s life. I love my son. I need to be strong for him. But I feel constantly crushed by my own racing thoughts. I’ve lost passion for all of the things I’ve loved to do. I just don’t understand what my purpose is anymore except to be a good mom. And I don’t feel like I’m even good at that most of the time. I’m not really sure where to go from here… but that is for reading if you’ve made it this far. <3