Last October, my Husband left me as I refused to get help for my depression, I voluntarily went to a psychiatric hospital for 6 weeks.
Since I came out last December, I've lived with my Dad whilst my DH and I went to marriage counselling. We were back together from March.
I'd had 13 miscarriages by the time I was 28 and I am now 19 weeks pregnant with our little miracle girl.
We put a deposit down on a new house and we move in this weekend.
This time last year I was so lost, depressed, sad. I'd had no help with my grief as I'd refused it.
After a childhood of sexual abuse and addict parents (my Dad has been clean for 10 years now), my Grandparents who bought me up dying of cancer in their 60s whilst I was in my early 20's, then losing all of the babies, all of my hope was gone.
But I'm living proof that your life can change if you put in the work. I'm so proud of myself and grateful for my Husband to have come to counselling and learn how to support me properly.
If anyone reading this is in the thick of depression, despair, grief or just wondering when your luck is going to change, I hope I've given you some hope ♥️