Mother’s Day 2014 was the first time that I felt I was missing out. My husband and I have been married for nearly seven years. Having struggled with severe depression, motherhood is something that frightens me. I’m terrified I won’t be a good mom; that
My whole life I’ve lived under a cloak of fear. It’s taken on many colors throughout the changing seasons of girlhood, marriage, and motherhood, but it always seems to come back to the same basic insecurities. Fear of what people think of me. Fear of
“Courage is not the absence of fear, but the belief that something else is more important than fear.” –Meg Cabot It’s barely past ten in the morning when I place my toes at the edge of a highwire platform suspended 134 meters above the Nevis River