My kids saved my life!

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On today and many other days I thank God for my children and my ability to put their needs before my feelings! Struggling with depression is hard and I can honestly understand why some people feel that suicide is the best treatment, but no matter how hopeless I feel I push through for my children. I know how I am feeling is temporary, but the pain that is felt from losing your mom is permanent and I never want to put that pain on my children. To all the mothers out here struggling with depression and other mental illnesses know that your kids need you. Even at your worst you're still their superwoman!

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