It was a Sunday morning.
A snowy one.
One where my husband had to go to work.
I was 4 months postpartum and at the height of postpartum depression… But I didn’t know that.
I hated myself.
I hated living.
I hated sleeping.
I hated waking up.
I hated going to work.
I hated everything…
… More Postpartum Depression: Part 1 Of My Story
There was a day that I was angry. I used a pair of jeans to pull across my shoulders as an outlet for the anger and frustration. After I’d fatigued my muscles doing that, the legs of those jeans found their way around my neck…
I was choking myself.
And the voice in my head said it was ok. Everyone would be relieved if I were gone. I wouldn’t be a burden anymore. My children’s emotional health would be better because they wouldn’t have a sick Mommy anymore… … More How I Avoided Postpartum Depression A 5th Time
When we were expecting our first, I had these perfect images of how things would go. Home birth… water birth… quick labor and birth because “I was in shape”… breastfeeding, obviously… a child that grew as he or she should… milestones met early… back to normal ‘down under’ quickly… baby weight melted off, because I … More Elephant In The Room Of Motherhood
It’s been a while. I took a necessary break because I just had too much. You know, two kids, a husband, a part time job, and a partly committed to home business (fully committed to now). Honestly, it wasn’t too much. But my physical body and emotional thresholds were at their ultimate limits. I couldn’t … More Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Emotions…