I suffer from depression. I think I have for more years than I realize, but I kind of hit rock bottom after T was born. Therefore, I often still call it Postpartum Depression.
Oh you mean you didn’t know? You had no idea?
Don’t feel too bad, it has only been within the last year that I’ve really opened up and have shared with people that I suffered from PPD after Tarleton was born. I, myself, didn’t figure out (aka – come to terms with and admit to myself) that something wasn’t quite right until he was 3 months old; then took another 3 months to get the strength to ask for help. Needless to say, it’s been a process. Some times, it is a day to day process.
While I’m much more open to admit that I did suffer with depression after T was born, the fact is, I still suffer from depression – I’m just able to manage better and less afraid to seek the help from family and friends.
After a lot of soul searching, trying to figure out what I wanted from this blog-land I’ve put myself into – I realized that I don’t really want to have my personal feelings and mutterings cluttering up our “family blog.” Therefore, I have created my own little space. It’s called A Golden Day of Peace. Brownie points for you if you can figure out where that comes from.
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