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. 

We met every week to share stories, offer support and provide reassurance to each other.

The words we found ourselves uttering time and again were, “No one told me it would be like this.”

Just two days before the baptism, I had gone to my obstetrician and begged for help. I was frightened.

Like Jekyll coming face to face with Hyde, I realized this nighttime hellcat was me – the me that existed at 3 A.M.