Hey there! How’s it going? Oh, I can already guess — you’re enjoying some yummy Goldfish, a handful of Runts, and lost in the world of LEGO Star Wars. Life is certainly delightful right now.
However, I want to take a moment to discuss something a bit heavier. Life isn’t always filled with sweetness, and my own journey is often clouded. You deserve to understand this part of me.
I struggle with an illness — a mental one — that influences my daily life. It’s a challenge I face every single day. I know it might seem confusing since I don’t look ill. I’m not bedridden or showing visible signs of sickness. I sound fine and seem okay, but not all illnesses are visible. This one doesn’t come with a cough or fever, and it definitely can’t be cured with snuggles or chicken soup.
I’m talking about my depression.
“De-pres-sion?” you might ask. “What is it? Are you okay? Do you need medicine? Can we still play?” The answers to those questions can be complicated. Sometimes I feel okay, and thanks to treatment, I can manage most days. But there are also times when my depression takes over. On those days, I feel exhausted, sad, and unmotivated. I struggle to engage or even get out of bed.
These moments can be tough for you, my love. You’re only three, and you need my attention. You want me to play with you, to be present, but sometimes I’m just not there. I’m physically by your side, but my mind is somewhere else, and that must be frustrating for you. For that, I’m truly sorry.
I want you to know that my depression doesn’t define me, and it most certainly isn’t your fault. I feel terrible that you might think my struggles are connected to you — that my sadness or my need to rest reflects on how much I love you. It breaks my heart to think that you might feel neglected or unloved.
I apologize for the little things: the playdates I have to cancel, the dinners I can’t manage, the games we didn’t play, or the dances we never shared. There have been days when I was simply too consumed by my own feelings to engage. I can only imagine how that affects you.
Please remember, even on my hardest days, my love for you remains unwavering. I’ll keep working to understand and explain my feelings better, striving to be the mom you deserve. I know I can’t always be at my best, and I hope you can understand that there will be days when my depression feels overwhelming.
Moreover, my moods, my feelings, and my struggles are not a reflection of you. They are not your fault. No matter how hard it gets, please always remember that I love you deeply.
If you ever want to read more about coping with challenges like these, check out this resource on pregnancy and home insemination. You might also find valuable information on navigating these experiences at this blog about self insemination. For additional guidance, you can refer to this authority on home insemination.
Take care, my sweet.
Summary
This heartfelt letter expresses a mother’s struggles with depression and reassures her child that these challenges are not their fault. She apologizes for moments of absence and explains that her mental illness doesn’t define her love for her child. The letter encourages understanding and connection while providing resources for further insight into the topic.