Don’t let that girl on the left fool you for one second… she may look happy, but she is not. That is me 1 month after Molly was born, in the depths of postpartum depression but not yet realizing it. I just knew I felt sad a lot and lonely even when surrounded by my family. I would sit alone in the middle of the night nursing with tears streaming down my face and not even know why. Shouldn’t I be happy with my new baby? But I wasn’t. I was full of anxiety and fear and doubts.Read More
If you have followed this blog over the years you will know two things about me:
2. I am silly and don’t like to get too deep and serious, especially on my blog.
Those are two really random statements, right? You see, I’ve always been an optimist. I’ve always been happy and ready for some fun! So, to go back to that dark place and talk about it is really hard for me.Read More