Postpartum depression was like a ticking time bomb inside of methatgrewmore quickly than the tiny being growingin my womb.But unlike the forcefulkicks I felt from my son or his sweet hiccups that kept me up at night,I never felt postpartum depression. I didn't even know that it had existed within me.

I thought I was immune.
Shortly after I delivered my son, postpartum depression and anxiety had literally punched me so hard that I had no idea what happened. I wasexperiencing such a vastrange of emotions that flipped on and off without my control.The anxiety I experiencedwasso intense that every momentof my day was spent in crippling fear.I thought I was going crazy andhad noidea that these were actuallysymptoms of postpartum depression.
I struggled with this "crazy" feeling for six weeks because I was afraid to get help. For someone who issuffering with a mental illness, a single hour feels like an eternity andI suffered with these symptoms untreated for six entire weeks.
Six whole weeks of hell.
I have come to learn in my recovery that I had a lot of risk factors that had put me at a higher risk of getting postpartum depression.I never knew it because I was never screened. I truly believe that if I was screened prior to my delivery, I would have been prepared. My family would have been prepared.
And this genuinesmile? …
… might not have taken at least 8 months to get back.
Kimberly