The more women who share their stories of postpartum depression, the more likely it is someone else will see it, recognize what is wrong and reach out for help. Recently, blogger Natalie Hoage shared her PPD story on MoonFrye.com, and I thought you’d like to read it. One of Natalie’s risk factors for postpartum depression was her experience with infertility. A highlight of her story:
And in the middle of the night, I started thinking that maybe I really didn’t want to be a mom. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for it. I wasn’t feeling this connection with my baby that everybody always talked about. I was scared that I didn’t feel like I thought a mom should. But I didn’t tell anybody else. I put on a smile and tried to pretend that this was the best thing that ever happened to me.
I’m sure this sounds familiar to many of you.
A guest blogger at Black Box Warnings recently wrote about having postpartum OCD and anxiety and her description reminds me so much of how I felt:
I knew my brain was somehow stuck on one track, like a needle skipping on an old record player. But there was no controlling it, this fear. This blinding panic seeping into my mind, stealing my thoughts away, replacing them with terrible thoughts I never imagined in my worst nightmares.
And finally, Stephanie at Girl of Grace shared her postpartum depression story as well. Stephanie’s risk factors included a death in the family and babies that went to the NICU. Here’s some of what she wrote:
I knew something was wrong, but it wasn’t until I began having severe panic attacks that I knew I couldn’t pretend anymore. I needed help…but I felt so ashamed and alone admitting that, even though I was blessed with two beautiful children, I could barely get out of bed in the morning.
All three of these moms got help. All three of them recovered. I know it took courage for them to share their stories publicly, and I also know their bravery will help others. As always.