PPD Category


grieving motherhood as I thought it would be

“The world is full of women blindsided by the unceasing demands of motherhood, still flabbergasted by how a job can be terrific and torturous.” – Anna Quindlen Blindsided is right. This was not what I had signed up for. The anger. The fear. The desperate exhaustion. The feeling of being swallowed up by my own… Read more »


a big virtual group hug

O, friends. I have felt so uplifted in the last week. I shared with you here about finally getting help and being diagnosed with Postpartum Depression. I was actually worried posting, fearful there would be a backlash or, I don’t know, I guess I was worried about what people would think (which goes to show… Read more »


the search for my lost self

It was March. I was sitting in dimly light the basement of my father’s house, having just come far too close to a break down for me to put on a brave face and go upstairs to eat dinner just yet. DanO was faithfully by my side, no doubt bewildered by the woman sitting next… Read more »


in which I tell you without saying the words

This is the first day of the rest of my life, I told myself as I stepped cautiously down the stairs I couldn’t see through my tears. This is the beginning. . Her office had been so calm and comfortable. It even smelled safe. I sat on the couch and said things to her I… Read more »