There's a thin line between loving your life and wanting it to end.

This is my story. One of finding the gold in the garbage, wondering if the suffering is worth it, learning that sadness and joy are both precious, and the story of how emotional rot claimed my life.

This story of mine is the sweet, yet painful feeling of nostalgia. It's a tale of how I spun myself dizzy attempting to do everything for everyone, only to learn the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

My story covers the whiplash that is becoming a mother, how my relationship became the poster child of a failing marriage, how mental illness nearly left my children motherless, and how I came out on the other side.

I am a mother with a loud mind.