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
I’ve had two 4th trimesters that went into the hustle and bustle of the holiday season.
But what they didn’t know was that being close to him, holding him, was the only way I felt safe.
All of this ‘abuse by obligation’ during the holidays would manifest in extreme postpartum depression by 4 months postpartum. … More A Letter To The 4th Trimester Mom In December
i know you’re tired mama. i know a part time job would help finances. i know budgeting is difficult, especially when you’re first starting out. i know meal planning is a challenge, especially when all anyone does is complain about what took you two hours of cooking and 24 hours of prep to make. i … More I Know You Want To Quit… But You Can’t.