PPD
I wish I had realized there was no such thing as being too young to have mental health issues. That there was nothing shameful about postpartum struggles.
Read...Mothers in the medical field got me into support groups, onto meds, and back into life again. I am so grateful for mothers in medicine.
Read...You know that annoying friend who loves to vaguebook about the woes in her life or is always complaining on social media about how her kids are destroying her home and mental health? Super annoying, right? Well, that was me — every damn day, for years.
Read...Breastfeeding brought me back. It kept me in my body, forced me to hold my son’s body, and helped me stay connected to the physical reality of everything. What I remember are flashes of joy in the darkness, his tiny hands clenched in determined fists. His feet curled against my soft stomach. The release of the milk starting to flow. My arms wrapped up around him.
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