Let me start by saying how thankful I am for #raymondthesecond and how incredible he really is. I love him more than I could ever express. He is 2 years old and I enjoy every day with him. With that said, I feel it is necessary to talk about where I was during his first Read more about Survivor of PPD[…]
“Any drug allergies?” the doctor asks. I’m seeing a new physician during the after hours clinic at my regular doctor’s office. I think I might have pink eye and I want to make sure the cold I’ve been nursing for a week isn’t pneumonia. “No,” I say, which is a lie. But it shouldn’t matter. Read more about A drug allergy and the memory of my postpartum psychosis[…]
I titled this post Great Expectations because expectations played a big part in my experience with PPD/PPA. Having had PPD/PPA with my first child, I knew there was a 50/50 chance it would return. I even had a plan. But somehow I thought maybe it wouldn’t. The writing was on the wall. I was having Read more about Great Expectations: My Experience with Postpartum Depression[…]
I didn’t realize I had postpartum depression until my son was nearly a year old. Instead of thinking I was sick, I thought the vision I had of motherhood was a sham and a lie. I wasn’t entirely wrong. I was also in more trouble than I knew. As someone who had never experienced mental Read more about Babies Are The Worst (and other things I thought with PPD)[…]
Avant notre voyage à Ottawa pour un suivie pour l’œil à mon fils, que j’ai dit à mon marie que j’étais tanner de souffrir, qu’il devait sûrement avoir un medicament ou quel que chose sur la terre qui pouvais m’aider. Anxiété à journée longue depuis des années, c’est en revenant de mon voyage que j’ai Read more about Un jour j’y arriverais[…]
I was diagnosed with postpartum anxiety after having my first child who is now 3 years old. I still have my moments of high anxiety but I remember in such a dark place I was in while she was just a newborn. It makes me so sad that I can’t fully remember those days when Read more about I thought I had lost my mind![…]
It took me six months to get help after my son was born. 6 months of checking over and over and over each night to see if he was breathing. The need to feel his chest rise 3 times before I could leave his room. Which would enviably turn into 4 times…5 times..9 times…13 times. Read more about Postpartum Anxiety[…]
It was Friday of Memorial Day weekend and I was to spend the weekend with my two children, parents, and sister at the beach without my husband because he had to work. Divinely, I was glued to my chair on the front porch of our town home. Oddly, I had all sorts of thoughts racing Read more about My Fight, Survival and Recovery from Postpartum Psychosis[…]
By Sammy Shuster James is a veterinarian. He graduated from Cornell University with a degree in veterinary medicine. He specialized in exotics; such as lizards, rabbits, and birds. One day he decided to end his life. He injected himself with the euthanasia fluid he used on his animals. He got in his car and started Read more about Where is James? Do you Know?[…]
By Jeremy Hornberger Less than 24 hours after I returned home from giving birth, I found myself back in the ER. Where I am now, I never thought possible. I love Ella Ray more than anything and she is my reason for being. But it took me a longgggg time to get to this point and Read more about My PPD-PPA Story[…]