Postpartum depression
After Bear was born, I had PPD. I thought I was losing my mind, really. The pace of life picked up quickly with two under three and some days I felt like I was the butt of a cruel joke. A little Zoloft and a lot of letting go of my idea of perfection and I was all better.
Some mothers aren’t so lucky.
Many mothers (I tend to see these moms more among the AP set) refuse to take drugs to help with the depression. I urge mothers who suspect themselves of having PPD to talk with a doctor. If that isn’t appealing to you, try cod liver oil and enlisting in the help of others. You deserve it and so do your children.
Remember that even if you are able to get out of bed each day and do what needs to be done, it doesn’t mean you aren’t suffering from depression. When I had PPD, I got up, dressed myself and my children, prepared meals, kept my house clean and functioned seemingly ‘normally’. My depression was manifested in a short temper, feelings of being suffocated, and feeling overwhelmed at times. I was angry a lot. I didn’t cry much.
If you don’t feel like yourself and you suspect PPD, you can get help and you can feel better!
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