Hello and Welcome to my blog. I am glad that you are here.

I am a mom who has experienced Postpartum Depression/Postpartum Mood Disorder (PMD). I am now a Postpartum Depression Awareness & Support Activist.

I entitled my blog "It Takes A Village" in reference to the African proverb that is so commonly known. I feel very strongly that we as a society have set very high standards and expectations of new mothers to take care of their children on their own, without support or help after the first week or so.

I think we have it backwards: New Mom's need respite and support whether they are well or not. We need support and encouragement, and someone to relieve us so that we can get some sleep and time to rejuvienate.

My aim with this blog is to bring awareness to the world, and support to other Moms (and possibly Dads) that are going through this experience. I am passionate about reducing stigma as it creates the barrier that keeps women silent and suffering. I want Moms to feel safe enough to share their story and get the support and help they need to get better.

I encourage you, if you believe you may be experiencing more than the "baby blues" to seek out help. You will not be judged or criticized. The goal of all list here on this blog are to support you and help you heal so that you may live the life you dreamed of with your child.

This blog is a work in progress, please check in often to see more updates and new information!

Saturday, April 3, 2010


I am sitting outside on my front steps. The wind is high and is howling through the trees. Powerful gusts spin around and smack at the trees like a giant would swat at an annoying fly buzzing around his head. This is how my mind feels; like the dizzy wind. Dust is blowing into my eyes and dried leaves from the still sleeping garden spin around my feet. The sky is darkening. My neighbours across the street all just retreated to their houses with shouts of “tornado”--No, just high winds due to the heat hitting the cold so quickly. I call for a thunderstorm and possibly a power-outage.

I just lost Internet connection, so I can’t order my movie if the satellite goes too...I was just searching for the phone cord before I came back out here with my laptop.

So, yes, I am loving this weather. The power of the wind, of nature, reminds me of things bigger than me, than my life, and somehow it soothes me and I feel that everything is going to be OK. The air is fresh. A raindrop falls on my keyboard but I still hesitate to go in. I think of lightening and my laptop but this weather inspires me.


There is dust in my keyboard; I can feel the grit beneath my fingers as I type. I came in after my last paragraph: through my front door, back into my life. My son was still asleep in his car-seat so I took him up to his room. He is 4 months old and it seems like he has been teething for 4 weeks now. He didn’t eat much today at all. Worry is my constant companion…actually I have a group of followers: anxiety, fear, depression, forgetfulness, over-thinking, anger, to name a few. I am inviting hope, faith, trust, optimism, peacefulness into the group- maybe they will annoy the other guests and they will leave me alone. LOL!

I keep my thoughts simple and practice staying in the moment: I want my son to eat when he wakes up, and I want to get more sleep than I did last night when my son woke up 4 times. Right now I am going to enjoy a movie with my husband (he downloaded it just fine and our power is still on) and eat buttery popcorn.

Good Night and Sweet Dreams to All.

(10pm: My son drank a full bottle. Now worry has gone to bed for the night as well. :)

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