This week I informed my boyfriend how God has brought me a long way from my pregnancy when our daughter was a newborn. We had talked about our past situation of how it was a struggle with Kiara staying up all night crying. I honestly felt like giving our daughter away for adoption because I could not stand the feeling of postpartum. I talked about how postpartum depression was nothing to play with. I told him that I think about it today of how God has brought me out of it. The only thing that kept me from not lashing out my devilish anger, was prayer. I prayed, and prayed every day that her crying would stop. Several months later her crying stopped, and she slept peacefully at night after that. There are people that are either my age or around my age that would hurt their babies for crying so much and they could not take the depression anymore. They would give up on their children. I told my boyfriend that I thank God for bringing me out of that situation that I thought was never going to happen.
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