Ever since I moved down to the south, I’ve let myself go... I’ve gained 40 pounds, hair started falling out, face…

Ever since I moved down to the south, I’ve let myself go... I’ve gained 40 pounds, hair started falling out, face started breaking out more, I’ve stopped wearing clothes that fit and started wearing men’s shirts, I’ve stopped getting my hair done regularly, I don’t listen to my music, I don’t bake anymore, I don’t write anymore and I hardly sing... I was depressed way before I had my son and now it’s just worse.... but sitting here on the bathroom floor watching him splash in the tub I’ve realized: I don’t want my son to know this Mitia... I want him to be proud of who his mother is... so yes I’m starting school next week, I’m going to put him in daycare when he turns 1 and I’m going to use my certificate in I.T from school and get a part time job.... I’m going to use the refund to get my hair done and nails done and buy some clothes that fit... next couple of months I’ll get my license so I don’t have to depend on my husband to take us everywhere.... I want to be someone my son will look up to and I promise him, he will have it