I never in a million years expected that I would fall victim to postpartum depression. And yet, it hit me hard and fast, leaving me feeling lost in the sea of motherhood. I waited for it to go away. When it didn't, I finally talked to my doctor about getting help. Since then, I've been taking an antidepressant/anti-anxiety medication every day.
Here I am now, over one year later, still fighting this battle daily. The raw edge has certainly been dulled by the medication, but it is not enough. I still struggle.
It's time to get help.
I'm looking into seeing a therapist and possibly joining a support group. Just saying those things makes me feel so very nervous and even embarrassed. But the truth is, this is long overdue. I need healing.
It's time.