Too often lately, I have had moms calling my office in desperate need of postpartum depression support ten or 12 months after giving birth to their little ones. This is not at all uncommon, but I have been introduced to an increasing number of these women in the last few weeks, and so I am drawn to tell you about them today.
These are not the moms who felt good for the first seven or eight months only to be hit full force with symptoms of postpartum depression or anxiety upon weaning or when menstruating for the first time. These are the moms who have been struggling on and off for months and who have waited until a breaking point to reach out. What all these moms tell me is this: “I am so ashamed to be needing help like this, but I just can’t take it any more.”
These are the moms who, to the outside world, seem to be doing just fine. They pull themselves out of bed in the morning, have their showers, and pull on a clean set of clothes in order to impress others in their lives while, inside, they feel like complete impostors. They feel good enough to hold conversations, smile at the check-out clerk, and return emails but find themselves in the fetal position when no one is looking. These are the moms who feel terrible for several days and then feel better the next and so they tell themselves that they must be fine until they are hit, again, by several days of near intolerable suffering (once again, behind closed doors). These are the moms who are afraid to let their partners know the depths of their despair for fear of judgment by the people who are supposed to know them the best. Yes. I worry about these moms. A lot. [Read more...]






















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