Written by Shawna Wingert of Not the Former Things
As I woke, I felt a familiar dread spread throughout my body. I had barely opened my eyes, but already felt anxious and sad about what the day would bring. I wanted to turn over, pull the covers over my head, and just go back to sleep.
I wish I could say that my boys don’t have a mom that sometimes struggles just to get out of bed, and face the day.
I wish I could say that our homeschooling hasn’t suffered on days like this.
I wish I could say that once I get up and have a cup of coffee, it all seems better.
But I can’t.
What I can say is that I am a mom of two boys. We homeschool. And I have struggled with depression.