I really took time off this holiday season. No tweeting. No blogging. I think I checked my email once or twice. I was very proud of myself for staying away from the laptop.
When Monday came around, though, I was EXCITED to get back to work, and more than a little scared of the avalanche of email I knew was coming my way. It's the first week of January. Focus. Hunker down.
Then I realize that there wasno school on Monday for some reason. Kids are home with mom. No working today. Ok. Breathe. I can get going tomorrow. I sent off a quick post to remind everyone to watch This Emotional Life and that was about all I could get done.
Then yesterday AT&T'sInternet servicedecided to give me a heart attack by NOT WORKING. At all. Don't the people at AT&T know that the rest of us have emails to send and tweets to tweet? What did we do without technology? If I sent a blog post via smoke signal, how many people would see it?
As of this morning, the internet is back up and running now so be patient with me and I'll get to the emails and I'll try and write something that is helpful or compelling in some way in this little space called Postpartum Progress. Happy New Year everybody!
I tend to feel impressed that you can keep writing on this topic and stay motivated at all when it's a temporary (yet horrible) illness. I was diagnosed with ppd (more like ppa but anyway….)on July 23rd, 2009 and I'm already starting to forget just how bad I really felt back then (which is a good thing b/c that means I'm getting better) It can lead to apathy when in fact a really important cause. It really scares me to think about how much we do not know about this disease….I mean for example we don't even know for sure how antidepressants work.
It's temporary, yes, thankfully. And it is easy to pull away from the topic once you get better. Most people do and I don't blame them. I can't really get directly in touch with how I felt in 2001. I remember that is was scary and devastating, but it seems like another person to me now. Which just goes to show you DO get over it.
I guess I just feel like this is a calling and it's something I believe in and want to do. I get a lot out of it personally. So I, in the words of a Disney movie, "just keep swimming, just keep swimming."