
Ok Steph... its time to come clean and get this monkey off of your back..
I never realized how serious and how crippling postpartum depression and anxiety is. Unfortunatly that's the way most people see it. Sometimes it passes but I didn't get so lucky I am almost 6 weeks postpartum and my anxiety, my thoughts, and my inability to control my emotions consumes me and quite frankly it is KICKING MY ASS. The worst part though, is the embarrassment and shame that I felt for something that is so normal and treatable.. I was so ashamed, I wouldn't even admit to myself that I am in a funk and I have made myself suffer for these 5 weeks and change..only confiding in one person.. but not even able to fully confide. I told Joslyn the gist of it but for the most part she has no idea.. Nobody does until now and I feel like I should share what im going through so that nobody else has to suffer. Its a horrible thing to have to face when you feel like you're alone and if I can help at least one new mother then I know its not for nothing..
My PPD not only came with the feelings of inadequacy and the weepyness it came with full on anxiety...the racing thoughts, the racing heart rate, the hallucinations.. but I hide it so well...I will be sitting completely still staring into space and in my mind I am having a panic attack and I will be completely disconnected from everything around me ...completely calm on the outside but on the inside CHAOS..UTTER CHAOS..
I have thoughts that range from.."ok when is this kids real mom gonna come take him away" or I will feel like my baby doesn't love me and in my head be listing all random ridiculous stupid reasons as to why my baby doesn't love me... to my most embarrassing thoughts... thoughts that my baby is evil.. and he was sent here by demonic forces or something and as soon as he gets strong enough he is going to kill me..
Im often afraid that he can see things that I cant and they'll scare him and I cant protect him.. sometimes I'm up all night worried that if I close my eyes when I open them something evil will be touching him or trying to hurt him.. I feel like there are demented spirits around me that follow me wherever I go stalking him and I and that want to hurt us...
I see people that aren't there and I know they're not there and I don't look directly at them but they are watching me and they know that I know they are there..
When you're having thoughts like these and you're trying to pray it away and you have no control over it all you can do is cry and be in fear even though you KNOW its not real.
Some days I think for hours and hours on scenarios how I could possibly accidentally hurt my baby.. I'll be afraid to pick him up because I'll drop him.. afraid to put him down because he'll suffocate...afraid to leave the room with him because I will bang his head into something.. I wont cook in case the oven blows up..I'm afraid to hold him because I'll squeeze him too hard and break his back..
So with all these petrifying thoughts I decided to man up, admit im not ok, and seek the help that I need.. I told Dana that I was seeking help and he feels bad that he cant be here for me to help me in my time of need, but honestly even if he was here with me to help me with his son and talk things out with me.. it would take the edge off but it wouldn't solve my problems.. Thank God Women and Infants hospital offers a wonderful resource called The Day Program where me and my baby can go and get the help that mommy needs to get out of this funk and connect in that special way that mommy and baby are supposed to.. Im doing this for me and because i love my son and it helps to know that i am not alone..

If you or some one you know needs help PLEASE PLEASE SEEK HELP nobody has to suffer alone! ...God Bless




