“I took this picture the morning I was taken to the hospital. This is me before even knowing I was going to be committed that day. Look how miserable I was. And I thought I didn’t need the help.
This was 4 months after my daughter was born. In those 4 months I had tried to take my life, completely recoiled and hid away in my house, pushed my husband away and my perfectionism hit an all time high. I ultimately ended up in the psych ward when I finally came clean how I was feeling.
I felt anxious, frustrated, angry, confused, guilty, lonely, tired, disinterested, hopeless, worthless, resentful, and suicidal.
When it got too overwhelming I wanted to hurt myself, and at times my baby. Yes you read that right. I had SEVERE ppd.
After lots of therapy, I don’t have those awful thoughts anymore. When one does try and sneak in, I can challenge those thoughts now. There IS hope. It DOES get better.
I’m posting this to let you know you’re not alone. So many women suffer through this in silence. Let’s put an end to that.
Maybe your postpartum journey looks like mine, or maybe it’s completely different! It doesn’t matter! What matters is that you recognize it and get the help you deserve.
There’s so many degrees to ppd, so if you or someone you know is suffering, reach out, it can save lives.
Where’s my mamas at that have gotten through this? Let those mamas suffering know it does get better👇❤️”