I remember the relationship with my son’s father. It was one of the worst times in my life. I completely lost who I was. Pleasing him and making him happy came before my own happiness and because of that I spiraled into a deep depression. I knew it was bad when people on the outside noticed how “different” I had become. I knew I couldn’t continue life this way and I knew this was not how a healthy relationship should feel. Through reading and learning I figured out that I was looking for my absent father in my boyfriend. Desperate for his validation, love and attention. I remember everyday how magical I am. I remember who I was before that relationship broke me. Healing is a never ending journey. Let’s go about it together.