I haven't posted in ages, but this blog has seen some of my worst times over the last 15 years that I've had it. I've posted about my darkest experiences and shared about a lot of my mental health journey.
Here I am at 31: after years of wishes, prayers to whomever was out there listening, birthday candles, everything; I have two beautiful baby boys and a wonderful fiance. I waited for so long to feel loved and needed by people who I felt that way towards, and now I have it.
I wanted a family, mine was so broken. Now I have that. I have never experienced this type of love before. Having kids is an amazing experience I always dreamt of, but I never knew that I would be a boy mom. My babies love me so much, and all those wishes I made, I didn't know we're going to lead me to feeling that kind of love from my kids.
For so many years I didn't want to exist in this world and tried many times to take myself out of it, and now all I want is to spend every minute with them and never leave. I'm so thankful I never left.
