I have a story to tell. I have a story people need to listen to! It is my story of postpartum depression. I believed everything was fine. However, things were not as great as I believed. You see, my son cried a lot. I mean absolutely way to much crying. If he cried, I cried and if he cried, I cried. It was a never ending cycle of the two of us crying!
There was a day I went into the grocery store and began to shop. My aunt walked in a bit later and asked where “I” was. I looked at her because I had no idea who she was talking about. I had forgotten about my son. I had no idea who he was. Was it Postpartum depression or was it postpartum psychos?
It was because my aunt walked in and clearly knew something was wrong that I began to receive help. It really isn’t that easy for everyone. But I ask that you pay attention to moms. I ask that you listen when they tell you that something is wrong. Please help them.
You see, during that encounter, I was to afraid to tell anyone and I swore my aunt to never tell anyone. My son is now 7 years old and others are just finding out about my PPD. How did everyone find out? I wrote a chapter in a compilation book. It was the most rewarding, liberating and powerful thing I have done.
If you would like to read my entire story (chapter 9) please follow the link. There are also other amazing stories in this book!