PPD aka Post-Partum Depression is... hard. Some days, you're feeling great and just like your normal (whatever your normal is) self. Other days, you're suddenly riddled with inexplicable rage, followed by anxiety about that rage, followed by the tears and horrible feelings about why you were feeling that way to begin with. And then there are the days when you are just extremely low. Down in the dumps doesn't even begin to explain how poorly you're feeling, and every single thing that every person tries to do to help just makes you feel worse.
Suddenly, every flaw that you may have thought about yourself is magnified and in the forefront of your thoughts. Every bad thought you've had about someone rises up to the surface, and you feel like a total asshole for thinking that. Every minor worry or concern is suddenly yelling at you to change or make it better. And you can't. You just simply can't.
Join me on my journey of getting through this. Here's hoping I can make it through relatively unscathed.
