It was only when I let go of my self-blame that I learned postpartum depression is a sly beast.
All I can do is keep pushing through and hope that by choosing to finally talk candidly about my struggles, I will help at least one other woman to not feel as alone as I did.
All I feel after a 22 hour labor (six of which I were in the transition phase), is relief that it is over. I don't feel joy or love.
Finding time to take care of myself isn’t easy. Yet I know I have to make the time.
I have considered both how much my husband’s life has been altered by our daughter and what, if anything, I would include on a list to encourage further change in his life.
I’m a family therapist. And here I was—drowning and struggling in life, in marriage, in motherhood, in mental health—and couldn’t find a way to dig myself out.
But I didn’t want to hurt myself or my baby. So, it couldn’t be postpartum depression.
Before I had children, being tired meant staying up late to finish a paper in school, or feeling run down from a mild illness.
Despite all the fatigue and discomfort and the lack of sleep and neglect of one’s personal hygiene, there is this baby that is the most perfect human being.
Bárcsak egy másik anya, aki szülés utáni depresszióval küzd, tanulhatna az én kívánságaimból.