I found the Parental Stress Hotline number and finally had someone to talk to at 4:00 a.m. about noisy birds. I eventually found numbers for the Hadley-based group MotherWoman and MOMS Club in East Longmeadow, not to mention the number of a psychiatrist who prescribed me wonderful, wonderful drugs. The more I talked, the better I became.
Women have been suffering alone. For mothers, there is so much shame and stigma attached to a prenatal or postpartum struggle. It's the big secret -- the elephant in the room.
It took us long time to get pregnant with Molly. Not a long, long time, but long enough. Long enough to start to get used to the knot in my stomach every month as I counted the days and the symptoms, trying not to convince myself that every little twinge of nausea was a good sign.
By Stephanie Cannoe Looking back, I now see the debilitating depression I endured during my second pregnancy and after my son was born. For five mont...
There are many definitions for the word support. And many arguments within the parenting community about what that word should mean, could mean, does mean.
In life, as in waterskiing, I can best handle one thing (as opposed to two, or worse yet, many things) at a time. To say I get overwhelmed easily would be a gross understatement.
Postpartum depression is deserving of attention and action from multiple communities, including the feminist community. We need to raise our voices to increase public awareness of the issue, so that women do not feel stigmatized, and demand availability and access to support services.
By Mara Acel-Green, LICSW Go the F**k to Sleep, a book written in 2011 by Adam Mansbach, was an instant hit among parents, as was the recent blog pos...
Weeks, months, even a year passed, and I did not feel like "me" again. In fact, by my daughter's first birthday, I didn't even know who "me" was. I knew who I used to be: a positive, cheerful, friendly gal who came alive when writing, being physically active, and spending time in nature.
My name was still Becky and I lived in the same house, but postpartum depression and anxiety turned me into a version of myself that looked and sounded nothing like me. That's what these illnesses do, after all.
Kelly is having a tough time with her newborn, but more so, she is having trouble assuming the role of a mother. She is not just affected by her hormones and lack of sleep, but also by the devastating change in her life.
We spent so much time sitting around hating the kind of parents/people we weren't while being angry at each other that we failed to invest even one second in our marriage and, even more importantly, ourselves.
You may pretend you are fine, functioning, because you are still able to sauté the garlic a perfect golden brown and vacuum the dog hair off of the Chinese rug and put on mascara and cut the baby's tiny fingernails without drawing blood. And yet, you are totally detached.
Depression can lurk just beneath the surface of a seemingly "all together" or funny or successful person. I think that's why so many were shocked about the news of Williams death being linked to a suicide.
If you take my gorgeous, healthy baby out of this story, giving birth was the worst physical and emotional experience I have ever had. It was devastating. It devastated me so much I couldn't get past the shock when the nurses laid my baby's beautifully plump body across my chest, heart racing, sweat dripping from my brow.
When some doctors told me I would have to stop breastfeeding so I could take medication to get better, I became even more depressed and hopeless. How could I give up the one the one thing I felt I was good at?