At one time I was a woman suffering from severe depression and couldn't move from my bed. My early twenties are a blur. I met an exotic man from Sri Lanka and he taught me to draw strength from myself. That was about 8 years ago.
I went to nursing school, got straight A's and a job at the only Level I Pediatric Trauma Center in a 400 mile radius, in the ER. Babe and I got married. Since then I have recovered from my bout with severe mental illness, I have survived an extremely severe case of hyperemesis gravidarum during a pregnancy in which I came within millimeters of my life, only to have a baby that got meningiccocal meningitis at 5 months old.
We have all recovered from that. We are a happy family. I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from the pregnancy and my daughter Oli is still petite and needs follow up, but she is developmentally on track, and I am healing. I think Babe needs to do some healing too. Watching those you love dearly come so close to death so many times, is hard.
But here we are, survivors. Survivors of war torn nations, diseases, and bacteria. All fighters, with stubborn spirits, who are not going to let life take us down.
This is our story.
