I have always been a cheerful person. I'm known for my smile and "Pollyanna" outlook on life. After giving birth to twin boys 10 months ago, I was over the moon in love with them. I have a 4-year-old son as well, and my boys mean the world to me. I was doing my best to juggle my career, three boys under 4, keep up with my yoga practice, all while healing my diastasis. I have to admit, I was getting pretty tapped out.
I hadn’t been sleeping much since the twins were born (one of my little guys is still up at least two to three times a night), and lack of sleep plus a lot of stress had caught up with me. I started feeling depressed, anxious, and short-fused. I surely didn’t want to let my emotions get the best of me but could also tell I wasn’t quite myself.