I heart my friends.

Another fellow blogger friend (and real life friend) wrote a post on depression vs friendship. I'm so glad she wrote this post because while I didn't struggle with post-partum depression, I sure struggled with post-partum funk.

It's hard to be a mom, it's hard to be a new mom, it's really freaking hard to be a new mom with twins, it's really freaking super duper hard to be a new mom with twins that packs up and moves away to a crazy city where she knows no one and has no support system.

I struggled daily to get out of bed. Not necessarily out of unhappiness but out of utter exhaustion. Multiple times I fell asleep in the middle of the playroom floor with the kids propped up in bouncers wondering what the heck was going on with mom.

I don't think anyone but a new mom understands what it feels like to be trapped. I was trapped in my house and trapped by my exhaustion. Going to the grocery store at night when the kids were finally asleep was enough to make me dizzy by the time I got home.

I tried my best to keep in touch with friends, my close ones I succeeded but the not so close ones disappeared into the background. In a way, I'm glad for it because I became a better friend to those who knew how much work is involved in real friendships.

They were the ones who loved me and supported me through all trials of motherhood, sisterhood and my new neighborhood. I owe them tons. Just knowing they were able to be understanding and put themselves in my shoes means so much to me.

I'm so glad to be back in Texas where I feel physically closer to them and I know I can call and meet them for lunch (at least the two that live here in Dallas with me!).

Mucho hugs to all.