This is a poignant post from Tamra at Surprisingly Sane, who is recognizing her one-year “anniversary” of suffering from postpartum depression. She starts out describing what last November was like …
“I can’t remember last November. I have no recollection of celebrating the holidays or what I bought everyone for Christmas. Did I get anyone gifts? Did I even get my own kids something from St. Nicholas? Maybe someone pulled out a camera with proof that I was breathing through that time, but it sure wasn’t me.”
And then she describes how she feels now …
“The fact that I am sitting at my kitchen table next to an open window filled with blue skies and sunlight in the gorgeous city of Seattle, Washington a year later is proof to me that there simply MUST be a God, He/She MUST love me, and for whatever reason… my life MUST be worth living.
I believe that now.
A year ago, I couldn’t.”
So glad you are well Tamra. So glad you made it through postpartum depression.
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Thank you :-). It's been a long road, but it's worth the stumbles and bumps along the way.
Hi Tamra, thanks for sharing your experience. I too am one year out from PPD hell. It is so nice to hear other stories of recovery.
Wow, I completely understand what this women is saying. I have been through hell and back with my PPD/PPOCD and now I am finally getting better. It's been a grueling, terrifying 8 months but with medication and lots of therapy from a PPD specialist I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Thank you so much for this blog!