♡ We visited a pumpkin patch today. As I walked with my boys through dozens of little pie pumpkins & the big Cinderella ones & the classic orange ones, I thought about last October. One year ago this month, I asked for help after two years of silently denying & desperately fighting through a battle with Postpartum PTSD. On a ride at a pumpkin patch with my brave boy in October of 2018, I had the worst panic attack of my life & it didn’t stopped for almost 24 hours. It sounds funny, that’s what triggered it. A pumpkin patch. My last straw. The place I came undone. I realized I couldn’t fight it alone in my mind anymore, I had to tell my man and my closest ones how I really felt. I called my doctor, I went straight to a counselor, I started medicine, that day. I, finally, collapsed in my spirit — exhausted from the fight. I waved a white flag....”Help.” It was hard & peace-bringing to my soul, the catalyst for the Lord to heal my deepest wounds.⁣⁣

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