I thought being a mom meant that I couldn’t have the rest of my life available to me. That I could no longer act or the creative or fight for people’s rights. I thought I had to buy a minivan, put on that apron and shut the hell up about topics of the day.
Lord, I was so wrong.
In motherhood, just like in life, it is what you make it. And I want it, motherhood, to be big and loud and soft and quiet and whatever it is that I need it to be .
Depression takes those thoughts away from you. It lies to you and tells you that you can’t have the life you want. When the fog cleared I saw the life I wanted and I made it.
I’m the boss now.