After my son had his first seizure at 7 months old (you can read more about that here ), the enemy kicked the door of opportunity wide open. I became more vulnerable as a new Mother, absolutely riddled with fear. That's the moment he barged his way in, and locked claws on my brain. By the time my son had his second seizure and we realized this wasn't going to be a One and Done type scenario, my mind began spiraling into a vortex of extreme irrationality and darkness. It was right around that time I found out I was pregnant again. My son was only 8 months old. As we Mothers do, I faced the challenges of parenting by putting all my energy and focus into caring for my babies, meanwhile neglecting my own mental health. I became dreadfully afraid of public places . Everywhere we went I envisioned bacteria and viruses growing all over everything. I kept my babies home for the majority of the time. My logic was skewed, unbeknownst to me. I kept my kids away from the public and germs,...