Once upon a time, I fell apart, emotionally, spiritually, physically, broken. Postpartum depression meets pelvic organ prolapse, meets adrenal burnout, meets chronic insomnia meets newborn meets plus 3 little kids. The fetal position in my bed was the most likely position you'd find me assumed in. It was ugly.

I reference this period in my life so often because it was such a critical time for me. I had to dig deep but also face a lot of things I had been running from, but no longer had the...