I finished my story, and posted it over on Blogher.
I’m not thrilled with it, just like everything else I do. There’s more to tell, more to sort through, more to figure out. I want to be able to tell you I am all better, but I’m not there yet.
PPD can disguise itself as normal parenting fears, irresponsibility, anger. It can cause a grown up to behave childishly or irrationally. And moms, of all people, are most likely to want to hide it, and to be capable of doing so. We keep going, because really – we have to.
I can only tell you, if you are reading my story because you have one of your own – get help. Tell someone you are not sure what’s going on, but you might be about to self-destruct. Force yourself to ask for what you need, or arrange someone else to make sure you are getting it. Friends won’t mind lending a hand.
They’d much rather wash your dishes than go to your funeral.