![]() I've written a lot of posts mostly about me, which isn't surprising since it's my blog, duh!? This won't be a lot different but there is someone I want to share with you, my bestie, Desiree. I've had quite a few best friends in my life. Sometimes we faded apart, sometimes we fought, sometimes we just grew up. I was always at a different place in my life and I was never at the place I am now, with the feelings and emotions I feel today. Around two years ago, Desiree walked into my life and I never imagined the impact she would have. At the time when we met I had a best friend, I was in my third trimester of my first pregnancy, and she became my cleaning lady. I saw her as this young (college aged) girl who needed a few extra bucks. She was quiet but polite. After I had my daughter she came around more to help me with the house. I remember one day sitting in my bedroom with her as she helped me fold laundry. We started up a conversation and started to realize how much we had in common. From there she became my part-time nanny and I decided to open up to her about my postpartum depression. The more time we spent together, the stronger our friendship got. I could share with her some of my deepest darkest feelings without ever feeling judged. She would even stay home with me on my bad days and help with my daughter.
As our friendship was building, my relationship with my current best friend was fading. She couldn't understand my PPD or anxiety attacks and it pushed me away from her. Before I knew it Desiree was my best friend. Not only was she my best friend but she was the only one that could pull me out of the darkness I was in. She was the only one who understood how I was feeling. And this was something I had never had before. Our friendship was growing and it was saving my life. Honestly if wasn't for finding her, I'm not sure if I'd be here today. I was in my darkest of days when Desiree walked into my life and she saved me from myself. She [by no means] has cured me but she has most definitely made my bad days a little easier. [It has even gotten to the point when my husband knows that I'm having a bad day. He will call Desiree himself to "save" me. ] There has been so much of each other's lives we have missed but we couldn't have found each other at any better time. And now, as of February 20th, she has become a mother herself which I feel has added an even stronger bond to our relationship. I feel like I may not have tried hard enough with my past friendships but I'm not letting this one go. Thank you for giving me life, DesiPoo! Like we say...this is why we're friends 💜
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My Medical Statistics: Diagnosis: Major Depression Disorder PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) Severe Generalized Anxiety Disorder Prescription: Clonazepam 1mg Psychiatrist: Psychologist: Moeller, Myers and Associates, Sterling, IL Archives
November 2018
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