I honestly have no idea how to describe myself. I’ve never been very comfortable with this part of things. Those silly ice-breakers that teachers did in school so your class could get to know you, yeah, I’d pick the most basic things, the easiest things, because I never know what else to say. So bare with me here, as I try to get out an introduction about myself.
My name is Chelsea. I’m a mother and a wife. I’ve been with my husband for 8 years and married for 5 1/2 of those. Together we have three strong and beautiful little girls. Our oldest, 6 years old, is the most loving and goofiest soul I’ve ever met. She is strong and intelligent. Sometimes too smart for her own good. Our other two girls are twins. At just shy of 15 months old, they have become such kindhearted little people.
I am a birth-mother too. I gave birth to a little boy just after I graduated high school (he is 8 years old now). I knew at that time, that because of my circumstance, I was in no way, ready to provide the life my son needed and deserved. So I made the most difficult choice of my life. I made the choice to place my son with a family who could provide him everything he deserves.
But I’m so much more than that too. I’m that girl that feels all of my emotions in extremes. I’m the one who tries so hard to please the people closest to me; often compromising what it is that I really want in doing so (but no one knows that). I share too much with just about anyone who will listen, but I keep way more to myself. I believe in people. I believe in good. I believe in something bigger than myself being in control… however I’m not currently on speaking terms with Him.
I’ve been told that I’m strong, a fighter. And I often wonder what those people see when they look at me. Because when I look in the mirror I don’t see strength.
I believe in music. It’s my escape, my therapy, my happiness. It helps me through the pain, helps me celebrate the greatness, relaxes me, and entertains me. It soothes me and comforts me. Music speaks even when I cannot.
I have been diagnosed with GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder), Bipolar Disorder Type II, Manic depression and PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). I’ve been fighting mental health since I was 12 years old. I’ve attempted suicide twice, contemplated it about 1,000 more times, and self-harm was a huge part of me for 8 years. Although I’ve been clean from cutting for the last 7 years, the racing thoughts of self-harm have not gone away.
I am a mom, wife, and daughter. I struggle with the hand that life has dealt me, the stresses that seem to never end and my mental illnesses. I am me. 
Beautifully Chaotic 