My hope wounds represent a rather dark day as a new mother. For me, sleep deprivation began overnight. I really believe that insomnia stole some of my moments of joy and joy that I wanted to share with my children; I'm always tired of being tired of things.
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My fatigue eventually turned into anxiety and depression; we found ourselves trying to breathe on my wife's lap, how many times we were sitting on the floor of the bathroom. I was horrified and upset. I was feeling embarrassed, feeling incredibly lonely. When I look at my scars, I see these things.
When I look at my hope wounds, what I see more than anything is a beautiful and loving mother who does her best to provide the greatest love and attention for her miracles.
Not only did he fight and conquer infertility; I also see a strong woman who has expressed herself and ultimately does not let her anxiousness overcome her.
The other day, I was playing with my babies lying on the ground, and my daughter Charlize pulled my shirt up and started playing with my belly button. As he pulled the flexible skin around my stomach, he started to laugh hysterically and I couldn't help but laugh at myself.
When I was confronted with the struggle to love and embrace my hope wounds, I learned that I absolutely loved myself. I love my wounds, I love the life given to me. I'm proud of my body and my adventures.
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I hope you learn to love and embrace your body; because these wrinkles have a beautiful story behind the wounds and the power of women who bring life to this world.
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