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Motherly acquired Motherhood Understood, continuing our mission of providing a woman-centered and supportive community for mothers. We are leaning into telling personal essays from mothers as a way that we learn, connect and feel less alone. Centered on the perspectives of maternal mental health, these stories are intended to help moms feel validated and seen.
"I didn't quite know the name for what I had since even within therapist circles, we don't talk about postpartum depression enough. I just knew that something wasn't right."
"I am thankful for our due diligence to do research, get second opinions and fight for the very best care, but I often wonder what would have happened had we listened to that first doctor."
Progress was slow, but I remember the day my medication began to work. It felt like I could finally see colors, like, "OH, this is how everyone else is experiencing the world."
I think the most important thing to know if you’re going through PPD is that it CAN get better. You will get better.
"I felt like the biggest failure because I could not get him to sleep on his own through the night."
“At this point, it’s her uterus or it’s her life.”
"Every time a doctor or nurse came in, I instantly shot up and my adrenaline started pumping."
"Angry and pregnant is the most used search phrase on my browser."
"I long for a village of women who band together instead of staying secluded in their own messy homes, cleaned before visitors."
"I believed I had prepared myself for the postpartum period. I had spoken to many girlfriends who had gone through it and I felt ready for the overwhelming emotions, hormones and exhaustion that came with postpartum."
"Grief and anger surged within me. I felt like my body had betrayed me."
Hormones. Chemical imbalances. Sleep deprivation. Isolation. Sadness. Resentment.
"I couldn’t bear the thought of playing cartoons and sitting them in front of the TV begging them not to move or make a sound."
"I didn’t think my thoughts. I saw them–often unable to distinguish between what was real and what wasn’t."
I thought it meant I was defective and not really cut out to be a mom. I had entire weeks where the only person I spoke to outside my home was the grocery store cashier. I was often alone as a new mom and later when I became a stay-at-home mom.
I believe it is vital for me to share my story and to let other parents who are going through similar experiences know that they are never alone.
I would be sobbing into Robert’s shoulder, “I know I’ll love this baby, but I just don’t feel that way right now.”
They didn’t tell me I was at an even higher risk for depression and anxiety whenever there was a hormone change in my body. That loss changed everything for me.
I went back to work full-time. I was still waiting. I picked up the kids from daycare every day. I was still waiting. I had a birthday. I was still waiting. I stopped going out on weekends. Still waiting. Stopped replying to messages. Still waiting. Stopped seeing my friends. Still waiting. Stopped answering phone calls. Waiting.
"On my worst days I felt like I’d rather die than continue to feel that way for one more second. The mental agony was so overwhelming and so debilitating. I could barely handle it."