Welcome to Postpartum Land. Population. Me.
The highs and lows of postpartum depression. Anxiety. Fatigue. Guilt. I’ve been there. I’ve felt all these emotions. A lot more lately, than before. Sleep? What is that again? I have a baby who clings to me, nurses around the clock and cries (what feels like) all the time. For me to say that I’ve reached a point where I don’t feel like a failure would be a lie.
There are days where I just feel so bummed. So alone. Like no one gets me. Truth be told, there are many people who get me. There are many people who have been feeling what I’m feeling. I wish no one had to endure this darkness that they call postpartum depression. However in a way I feel comforted knowing that I’m not alone. I’ve found quite a few support groups I can turn to when I need to talk. People who actually will get me, instead of acting like I’m being silly.
What’s the point to this blog post? I don’t really know. Was it hard for me to write? Definitely. It’s not easy to open up about this. Really I’d just love to lock the skeleton in the closet, and hope that it doesn’t eat at me.
Don’t get me wrong I’m very happy most of the time, and I love my little ones more than words can describe. I’m truly blessed. There’s just that one tiny little part of me that is struggling right now.