It was a pivotal moment, six weeks after giving birth to my second child, that completely transformed my perspective on exercise. Sitting in the waiting room of my OB-GYN, the fluorescent green intake form on my lap blurred through my teary eyes. As my baby peacefully slept in her car seat beside me, the questions on the form pierced through my thoughts:
"Do you often feel anxious, angry, or sad for no good reason?
Are you able to look forward to tomorrow?
Have you ever had thoughts of harm coming to yourself or your baby?"
My initial instinct was to fib, to hide the truth. But amidst the relentless waves of anxiety, a small, gentle voice inside me whispered, "Be honest."