My name is Simone. I'm a wife and mommy of 3 living children and 2 angel boys as well as 2 fur babies, a yorkie-chihuahua girl named Peppa (yes, Peppa as in Peppa Pig lol) and a chiweenie named Daisy.
After our daughter was born back in 2011, I suffered from severe postpartum depression. Back then, I had no clue that this is what it was. I had heard of the baby blues, but I thought I was just hormonal and would eventually be my "old self" again. Needless to say that it didn't get better. Actually, it got worse! Each day, I drifted deeper and deeper into the abyss of my soul. My poor husband went through hell. He is a trooper and my hero. He stuck by my side through it all. He knows the true meaning of "in the good times and the bad times." I finally admitted that I needed help and saw a doctor. That is when I was diagnosed with an adjustment disorder manifesting in depression and (mild) anxiety.
Then, in November 2013, I experienced something no parent should EVER have to experience ... I lost our twin boys at 18 weeks of pregnancy. Until then, I always thought this would only happen to other people. I also had no clue how much it would affect me. The next few months, I "killed" my grief with work (financial translations for CPAs, tax consultants, accountants and lawyers) and most of all denial. On my sons' first angelversary in November 2014, the walls that I had built around my heart collapsed on me, throwing me in a big deep black hole. Even though my family, prayer, and seeing a grief counselor slowly but gently helped me see a small light at the end of this scary tunnel, I still wasn't able to function. I was like an Energizer bunny ... all over the place but getting nowhere. In 2016, I ended up with an MSSA infection and unexplained excruciating pain in the left side of my body in the ICU, fighting for my life. I did survive and recover from the infection, but the doctors told me that I would never be pain-free without medication again. I wanted to prove them wrong and started swimming and jogging to work through the pain. Just one year later, I completed my first triathlon and have since lived my life without 24/7 pain medication and run a half marathon.
Fast forward to this year, I'm well-adjusted with medication for my depression and anxiety. While I struggle on some days, the number of days I enjoy life to the fullest has been outweighing the bad ones by far. Nowadays, I find my calling in working as a substitute teacher (primarily in a special ed classroom), volunteering and fellowship in church, Bible and art journaling, as well as reading and being the moderator in a reading challenge group, the Pop Culture Book Club, on Facebook. Along the way, I have met some amazing people who've made a major positive impact on my life.