Love is my close mom friend putting me in bed, rubbing lotion on my feet, and staying until I fall asleep after the exhaustion of postpartum depression and anxiety have set in for the day.
Love is my mom who always answered the phone each morning so I could walk laps around my neighborhood, sobbing to her that I would never get better.
Love is my husband coming to therapy with me so he could better understand what was I was going through and how to support me.
Love is my husband sending me flowers just to tell me he is proud of the fight I am putting up.
Love is my sister crying on the phone to me because she is worried and just wants ME to be okay.
Love is my sister holding my hand in person and from afar because she knows what it’s like to feel how I feel.
Love is my best friends talking and emailing behind my back because they want me to get healthy and happy.