I'm a little broody today. Today is the Climb Out of Darkness for PPD. I'm not sure where I'll do my climb, but I feel like it's an important thing for me to do. I've walked a hard road since Cooper was born. I'm in a good place but there were days that I felt I was clawing my way out and would tumble back down, bruised, battered, and feeling broken.
I realized today
that I have taken a shower everyday for over a month.
It might not seem like much but one of the biggest red flags to me was
that I didn't care if I showered or not. I used to care A LOT about my
daily shower. And now I'm back to caring. My laundry is also caught up. No small feat for a working momma who hates to put laundry away. But the day I called to make an appointment with my doctor was the day I realized it had been 6 weeks since I'd done laundry because the intrusive thoughts from walking down into my basement had me paralyzed with anxiety and fear.
I am not completely over
PPD. I think I'll carry the scars for the rest of my life. I'll never
be able to think on Cooper's birth and the first year of his life
without a little bit of sadness that I waited too long to get help. I
wish someone would have noticed or asked me about how I was coping. I
wish my Midwife wouldn't have brushed me off when I brought up my concerns
about PPD. I wish I could have stood up for myself instead of waiting
almost a year later to ask for help. And I wish I hadn't looked so put
together and fine. I did too good of a job faking it til I made it.
And everyone seemed surprised that I was struggling so much.
my commitment to my fellow mamas is to be brave in sharing my story.
And to watch for the small clues that something might not be ok. And
then ask about it. If someone had noticed and said something, I can't help but wonder if I would have sought treatment and help sooner.
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