There are people on Twitter I seem to have “known” for quite awhile. As it often is with Twitter, I am never sure how we “met” but there are a few I feel a stronger connection to than others. We may not talk often, but they are the ones I check in with from time to time. This post is from one of those people and it’s a really insightful and honest post about Postpartum Depression and Anxiety.
All too often we do not reach out for help because of stigma or because we think this is just the way things are supposed to be. This time around, she’s doing it differently. Go show her some love as she steps out into her brave new world.
And while that title may be trite, it’s true. And it’s never been more true for me than it is right now.
I had to finally admit something to myself that I didn’t allow myself to admit fifteen years ago after the birth of my son.
I suffer from postpartum depression.
There. I said it.
Just typing that statement felt like a huge release of emotion, baggage, and above all, it allows me to move forward with a plan.
Fifteen years ago, after the birth of my son, I knew something wasn’t quite right. I felt anxious all the time, sad beyond what may be considered the ‘baby blues’, hypervigilant, unable to relax and rest whenever my son would sleep during the day, and the inability to turn off my brain and not worry about the smallest detail. These feelings continued well into my six-week checkup, but when my OB…
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