The waning moon shines brightly through my kitchen window. The sky is dark. My eyes are groggy. It is six in the morning on Good Friday, 2010. I slowly make a bottle for my son and wait for my body to wake up. Before I know it, the sky is light and the moon has faded into the atmosphere. I push the worrisome thoughts to the back of my mind and focus on the good in my life.
My journey so far with Postpartum Depression has taken me down many roads; terror, panic, anxiety, appetite loss, sleep deprivation, scary thoughts and bad dreams, gratitude, enlightenment, appreciation and joy. Did I really say joy? Wow! The joy, I just realized, is what I feel when I interact with my son and see total acceptance shine from his little Buddha face. This is a wonderful discovery!
My journey so far with Postpartum Depression has taken me down many roads; terror, panic, anxiety, appetite loss, sleep deprivation, scary thoughts and bad dreams, gratitude, enlightenment, appreciation and joy. Did I really say joy? Wow! The joy, I just realized, is what I feel when I interact with my son and see total acceptance shine from his little Buddha face. This is a wonderful discovery!
(See "My Postpartum Story for more.)
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