It seems like not that long ago that I wrote a post admitting I had post-partum depression...and here I am now, on the other side. YES it does get better. YES that crushing weight on your chest will go away. YES you will be able to look at your child with joy and wonder again. I know this because I lived this.
To be honest I got a lot of flak for writing that post. Emails were sent to me via my contact page asking why I would share such private details with the world? Why did I think it OK to use depression as a chance to grab more readers? REALLY!?!?! I kept quiet about these emails initially because I was still reeling from what I had been through, but now I feel the need to tackle them head on.
I write about PPD because IT NEEDS TO BE TALKED ABOUT. Women experiencing this need to know they are not alone, and that it can come in many forms. I can't tell you how many mom's I have met who didn't recognize the signs. I recently met a mother whose children were delayed because she DIDN'T TALK TO THEM. How might that mothers experience have been different had she realized what was happening to her? That she wasn't alone?
I am living proof that it does get better. I remember writing this post on what joy motherhood brought me, I was on top of the world. The ironic thing is that it wasn't long after, that my world started to crumble apart. I was scared, anxious, not eating, not interacting with Claire enough....totally overwhelmed. It was thanks to the wonderful women at The Pacific Postpartum Society that I was able to realize what was going on, and get the help that I so desperately needed. It is a group support system. Meaning MOTHERS TALK. They share their experiences, survival tips, and sorrow.
I owe my life to those women.
So to be quite frank with you, if you don't like a blog full of honesty, truth, inspiration, and love....well then don't read this blog. At the end of the day I truly hope that my writing has made a difference in even just one woman's life.
peace, love, and pickles