For someone who has been blogging for what feels like forever, oversharing for the entirety of it all, I was shockingly silent when I had postpartum depression. In my real life, I didn't talk to my friends about it. I plastered a smile on my face. I didn't blog about it until well after the fact. Part of me couldn't; giving voice to the feelings made them feel more real. Molly Wizenberg at Orangette recently wrote about her experience and the feelings of isolation that come with PPD.
She shares her feelings:
Statistically, something like one in ten mothers get postpartum depression, but few seem to talk about it - or at least, few that I’ve found. When I was diagnosed, and when I was first trying to make sense of it, what I wanted most was to talk with another woman who had been through it and come out the other side, someone who could reassure me with full confidence that it wouldn’t be a permanent condition. I knew that logically, intellectually, but THE HORMONES, they pull the wool over your eyes, and the wool, whoa, it is heavy. You spend nine months growing a real live human baby in your abdomen, and then you push that baby out, and then you feed that baby milk that your body somehow makes, and though we mammals have been doing it for as long as we mammals have existed, it is big, weird, screwy stuff. It makes you have more feelings than you did when you were fifteen, and they feel very real.
Credit: Patty Maher.
Did you have postpartum depression? How did you feel during? Why don't you go offer Molly some words about your experience?
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