The brutal truth of me, without all the sugary coating.
Here I am just me, UNCUT and UNEDITED. If you leave me a comment, I will love you forever. :)
If you follow me... well, that's just even better.
As a two-time PPD veteran, I am just now starting to see the fog lift (my third son is 2 years old), and I feel the need to spread the word about post partum depression and try to help others.
Here's a little video I made for Max on his first birthday, to give you a little taste of why the first year was so hard. Despite his smiling face, he was a very unhealthy baby and was literally starving to death until we figured out why. (If you'd rather read than watch, go to this post for a written account.)
In the spirit of being open and approachable, AKA brutally honest, I give you my Rock Bottom story.
The following posts are journal entries directly from my journal (with the names changed, but nothing else edited), dated August 3 - 4, 2010, when I was admitted to an in-patient psychiatric unit. My doctor had put me on the WRONG MEDICATION, attempting to treat bipolar (not listening to me about MY experiences/feelings), Husband was out of town, and I had a complete breakdown. Not to mention the sleep deprivation of having a baby in the house. The following are my experiences there.