“My life was interrupted, I became selfish, and then I learned how to love unconditionally…all because of a little boy named Elijah.”

This isn't a tale of postpartum depression, nor is it one written by a pediatrician, psychologist, or any other doctor. This is a tale from a mother's heart. A heart that wasn't ready to become a nurturer. A heart that was nowhere near having the responsibility needed to raise a child. A heart that has become molded from all the ups and downs of motherhood.