I’ve been thinking a lot about postpartum depression lately. I don’t know if it’s because my son is now 2 months old, which is right around the time I began to weaken under the grip of postpartum depression after the birth of my previous child, or maybe it’s because I’m just realizing all the joys and warmth I’ve missed because of it.

These days as I soothe my crying son to sleep or wake up two or three times a night to feed him in the dark with just enough light to see his tiny mouth suckling at my breast, memories of those terribly lonely nights start coming back. As I spend my busy days balancing his needs with my own - washing, cleaning, cooking, feeding, burping, changing, putting to sleep, writing and creating, I can’t help but to remember nine years ago when I used to live in a tiny, isolated world called postpartum depression.

I began to feel a tinge of coldness and numbness come over me about four to five weeks after the birth of my second daughter. I wasn’t quite sure what that feeling was, as it was something I’ve never felt before. Knowing how sleep deprived I was during that time, I simply dismissed it as a side effect of exhaustion.

I was tired, overworked and overwhelmed by the demands of motherhood. I had a 23-month-old daughter who was exhibiting signs of developmental delay (not walking, not saying words, etc.) and a 2-month-old baby who needed all of me both physically and emotionally. Between taking care of my two daughters, house chores and wife duties I slowly disintegrated under the false pretense of having it all together.

Because the truth is, I didn’t know a single mom who was having trouble taking care of her own kids. I mean come on, it’s your own children. What kind of horrible mother is unable take care of her own kids? I was educated, informed, responsible and independent. There was no way I can be having trouble mothering my own children when millions of mothers handle motherhood without a problem.

So I continued to push forward without listening to my body or my mind, without remembering to breathe, without knowing what self-care means … just pushing forward while my tank was empty. My hormones crashed along with my self-esteem. The next time I looked up, I was living under a gloomy rainy sky while everyone else was enjoying the sun. I wanted the sun more than anything, but I felt so far removed from everything, even my old self.

One day about two months after my daughter’s birth, I began to feel dizzy and short of breath as if someone was choking me. Could this have been postpartum anxiety? Looking back, I’m fairly certain that’s how it feels to suffer from anxiety although I wasn’t officially diagnosed at the time. On that day I knew something was terribly wrong with my mind and my body as I laid on my bed crying, hurting and frozen while my 2-month-old daughter continued to cry.

It took some time for my husband and other family members to notice something was wrong with me because no one knew about postpartum anxiety and depression at the time, including myself. By the time they did, I was already deep in its grip. Once I realized something was wrong, I sought professional help and began taking anti-depressants.

It’s been 9 years since my postpartum depression journey and thanks to therapy, family support and a change of perspective, I came out of it stronger and happier from the other side. Actually I’d like to say I survived postpartum depression because that’s exactly what it felt like - an intensely lonely battle that affected the most precious time of my life.

So how are you feeling today? No, how are you REALLY feeling today? Are you taking care of your physical and mental state? Are you allowing yourself to feel the natural hormonal changes of your body? Do you ask for help when you need it? Do you have a spiritual life? Are you doing too much?

As a mom who once thought she had failed, and learned the fullness of motherhood through another pregnancy and child, I’d like to end this post with some important reminders.

Please be kind and gentle to yourself. Don’t forget that the best mom is a happy mom. Everything else can wait; your kids can see right through you. Don’t try to do too much, that’s what family and friends are for.

If you need help ask. If you’re not feeling well, that’s okay.

It’s perfectly normal to feel sad sometimes. Let yourself cry. It’s okay to yell at your kids once in awhile. It’s okay to cry in the shower.

Tell your kids mom is sorry, but that she is having a hard day. Tell them hard days are normal. Tell them imperfection is okay, because you’ll love them anyway. They’ll offer the same heart to you. Kids are full of mercy and grace; they will forgive you and love you anyway.

Don’t let imagined feelings like guilt and shame affect your happiness. Such things do not exist. Your love is enough.

Even if you are suffering from postpartum depression today and have trouble feeling the love and the joy, it’s clearly there. You just have to seek help, dig a little deeper and never give up. You will get to the other side and you will rise higher.

This is the journey of motherhood. It teaches us things and challenges us to the core. The good news is, we’re in it together.

You can read more about my postpartum journey here and my second birth + PPD story here.

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