Hold My Little Hand Mama

I remember the exact day I took this picture. We were out running errands and I was in a rush to get everything done before picking up big brother from school.

He suddenly reached for my hand, holding it ever so tightly. Time magically stopped.  I looked into his deep brown eyes, smiled, and imagined him whispering these words to me. Read More

Tania’s Story: The Strength and Courage in Living with Anxiety

“Often times, when these feelings of uncertainty begin to overtake me, I remind myself that I have to be strong for my daughter. I don’t want her to see me in this state. I use all the strength within so that my mind does not fill up with the constant fear that pursues me. I am in a battle with something that is much bigger than myself.”

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The Bravery in Postpartum Depression: Andriele’s Story

“I remember that every time my baby would cry, I would cry too. I didn’t know what to do. I thought it was normal to cry and be sensitive about everything. It would frighten me to be alone with my son. By just looking at him, I would get scared. The thought of him crying and the fear of not knowing what to do was more than I could bare. ” ~Andriele

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