Her comments appear to quash any speculation about her mental state before her death at her home in Wrotham, Kent. A post-mortem carried out today has proved inconclusive.
In a column for Mother & Baby magazine, the celebrity presenter told of the happiness and stability her husband Tom Cohen, and baby sons Astala and Phaedra had brought to her life.
She wrote: "I lived a life of wanton wanderlust. With fun loving friends from Los Angeles to London, I was lost in a haze of youth and no responsibilities.
"Other than work there was nothing stopping me from having constant fun. But it was becoming boring, I wanted an anchor - I craved it. And when I had two wailing, smiling, joyful little blobs of waddling pink flesh they became my entire existence and saved me from one of pure apathy."
She added: "Everything else was nothingness – I had the perfect life, two babies who loved me more than anything. It was and is bliss."
Peaches wrote the column before her last birthday on March 13, adding: "Now with a new found group of mummy mates, both locally and online, all with the exact same struggles and issues and who don't question if my child flings food at their hair or care if there's a screaming fit in the middle of the street – I'm happier than ever.
"My real old friends have stuck by me and connect me to my old life (I sometimes forget I'm only 24), treating me to nights out that let me forget about dirty nappies at least for a minute. So I've achieved a sort of perfect balance. Right now life is good. And being a mum is the best part of it."
Police have refused to say if Peaches's boys, Astala, 23 months, and 11-month-old Phaedra, were found by ambulance crews and police officers at the address in Wrotham.
In a statement Kent Police said: "Kent Police officers are continuing their enquiries following the death of Peaches Geldof at her home in Wrotham.
"The death is being treated as a non-suspicious, but an unexplained sudden death. Officers are working to establish the circumstances and will be compiling a report of their findings for the coroner. It is expected that a post-mortem examination will be carried out in the next few days."
Pathologist Dr Peter Jerreat will carry out his examination and a battery of tests before sending a report of his findings to the north west Kent coroner Roger Hatch.
An inquest into the young mum's death will then be opened and adjourned in the next few days. A venue for the inquest has yet to be fixed.
Below is Peaches's magazine column in full, which Mother & Baby magazine has shared on its website:
"Before having two fat little cherubs under two (who expect attention and military-esque devotion to their every need 24 hours a day), I lived a life of wanton wanderlust. With fun-loving friends from Los Angeles to London, I was lost in a haze of youth and no responsibilities.
Other than work, there was nothing stopping me from having constant fun. But it was becoming boring. I wanted an anchor – I craved it. And, when I had two wailing, smiling, joyful little blobs of waddling pink flesh, they became my entire existence, and saved me from one of pure apathy.
"However, this new earth-mother me came with an unexpected consequence – I found myself friendless. My five closest friends were understanding and sweet, albeit less present in my life. But many others revealed themselves to be of the fair-weather variety. Once I couldn't go out, due to the aforementioned little wailers, they didn't want to know. The idea that I didn't want a nanny didn't seem to register, nor that doing night feeds and waking up at 6am doesn't factor in well with a wine-soaked dinner.
"Friends expected me to go to them, even when they know getting the Tube with two tinies would be stressful. And no one seemed to want to ask about my babies, when I wanted to gush endlessly about them (apparently people without babies aren't as fascinated by the contents of their nappy as you are, or how cute it was when baby number two danced to Gangnam Style last Tuesday). It hurt me. I felt alienated and abandoned. Had I made a mistake?
"Then, one day, Astala came running in to me in bed carrying a drawing he had done. Phaedra crawled adoringly behind him, felt tip all over his face. Astala proudly announced 'Narny (what he calls himself) draw Mama. Narny love Mama'. 'Mama' was some squiggly lines so heartbreakingly sweet, I teared up. Phaedy gave me a wet kiss and both collapsed giggling into my arms, looking at me with pure love.
In that magic moment, all my doubts were erased. Everything else was nothingness and it just... didn't matter. I had the perfect life – two beautiful babies who loved me more than anything. It was, and is, bliss.
"The transition can be hard and scary, but I suddenly felt sorry for the friends who had treated me so badly. I had it all.
"Now, with a new-found group of mummy mates, both locally and online – all with the exact same struggles and issues, and who don't question if my child flings food at their hair or care if there's a screaming fit in the middle of street – I'm happier than ever.
"My real old friends have stuck by me and connect me to my old life (I sometimes forget I'm only 24), treating me to nights out that let me forget about dirty nappies at least for a minute. So, I've achieved a sort of perfect balance. Right now life is good. And being a mum is the best part of it. "