Postpartum depression is the epitome of grief, strife and angst, which slithers and knots its cruel intentions through every inch of your body and soul. It's a tenacious monster in which it's only task is to relentlessly taunt its innocent victims to an extremely lonely, dark breaking point. This monstrosity feeds psychologically and its very existence depends entirely on its host; very much the same way a parasite survives. You are forced to make a decision to surrender to its cruel darkness or you can fight with everything you have inside you make your life whole again; to be the person you once enjoyed being; the person you thought was gone forever.
During my pregnancy I suffered immensely with prenatal depression and anxiety; without …show more content…
People who knew what an out-going, social person that I had been and obviously no longer was. Instead, they either avoided me or told me to cheer up and brushed it off, telling me as they walked away,"Oh you'll be fine, cheer up". No, I'm sorry, I won't be fine and thanks to uncaring people like yourself, you made my PPD even …show more content…
All I wanted and needed was an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, or simply just a hug. I can promise you that if you belittle the situation or make it appear that it's all in her head; it will cause the depression to consume her even further. PLEASE don't be that friend, spouse, family-member, etc.
Trudging through this long hellish journey with this disgusting beast on my back, each day I started feeling a little better; little stronger. According to research, PPD can last for up to a year after giving birth. I beg to differ, PPD still lingers in my shadows, just waiting for me to put my guard down, but this is a key point that I need to remember. Realizing that the after effects of PPD would last forever for me, it was very upsetting and sad, that is until I started taking one day at a time.
I know that there will be good days and of course there will be unpleasant days. I've learned to deal with depression and anxiety by letting it wash over me; absorbing it, rather than letting it overwhelm me--In other words, I've learned to neutralize it; I will not let PPD intimidate and control me any
During my pregnancy I suffered immensely with prenatal depression and anxiety; without …show more content…
People who knew what an out-going, social person that I had been and obviously no longer was. Instead, they either avoided me or told me to cheer up and brushed it off, telling me as they walked away,"Oh you'll be fine, cheer up". No, I'm sorry, I won't be fine and thanks to uncaring people like yourself, you made my PPD even …show more content…
All I wanted and needed was an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, or simply just a hug. I can promise you that if you belittle the situation or make it appear that it's all in her head; it will cause the depression to consume her even further. PLEASE don't be that friend, spouse, family-member, etc.
Trudging through this long hellish journey with this disgusting beast on my back, each day I started feeling a little better; little stronger. According to research, PPD can last for up to a year after giving birth. I beg to differ, PPD still lingers in my shadows, just waiting for me to put my guard down, but this is a key point that I need to remember. Realizing that the after effects of PPD would last forever for me, it was very upsetting and sad, that is until I started taking one day at a time.
I know that there will be good days and of course there will be unpleasant days. I've learned to deal with depression and anxiety by letting it wash over me; absorbing it, rather than letting it overwhelm me--In other words, I've learned to neutralize it; I will not let PPD intimidate and control me any