Hope Is What We Come Looking For — Part II

Hope Is What We Come Looking For — Part II

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Even though it was 18 years ago, my memory of postpartum depression and anxiety feel as fresh as if it were last week. There was a nurse in the hospital, Mardi, who cared for me in the days after Alec was born. She sensed something was wrong and checked on me at home...
Hope is What We Come Looking For

Hope is What We Come Looking For

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When I was pregnant with my first child, there wasn’t a room that could contain my joy. I had been waiting my entire life to have a baby and after I saw the two pink lines on the pregnancy test stick, I walked on air.  I went to bed in the same way I woke up,...

What I Didn’t Know About PPD

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I thought I knew what to look for. I thought I’d educated my family–anyone who would be close to me after I had the baby–about PPD signs. I knew my history of depression and anxiety. I knew postpartum depression had been in my family through a few...
The Layers of Me, Including PPD

The Layers of Me, Including PPD

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When people ask me what I do or what I am, I hesitate. I’m never really sure quite how to answer that question. Not because I don’t know who I am, not because I suffer from a lack of self-identity, and not because I’m ashamed of who or what I am, but because there is...

On Finally Being the Rock

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Life takes us sometimes, grabs us tightly around the waist, turns us upside down, and shakes us until we are mere shadows of what we once were. Then, just as abruptly, it sets us back in an upright and locked position, only without everything solidly locked back into...