There are no words to describe the beauty you will find when you read this post about surviving postpartum depression written by a Warrior Mom.
No words.
Ok. Maybe two.
Sheer perfection.
Lessons On Moving Forward With PPD … From A Two-Year-Old
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Beautiful! Will be sharing with the moms who attend our support group tomorrow! I love when you and the other warrior moms and writers here are able to eloquently illustrate hope for others. Well done!!!!
Katherine, thank you so so much! The main reason why I sought out help was because of my son. I didnt get help because of the insomnia…or the non stop thoughts…or because I was terrified to leave my house…or because the anger made me break things…or for feeling crazy…the panic attacks…paranoia…derealization… I got help because I struggled with bonding terribly and wanted to feel love for him. It was because of him and he is SO WORTH all of it.