Medications certainly have their place and must be a part of a treatment plan when a woman is suffering with severe symptoms of depression. The psychiatric community, however, has the responsibility to recognize that emotional experience is varied and deep, and that not all problems need pills.
A true friend doesn't come with obligation or guilt to remember birthdays or reciprocate social invitations. A true friend comes with the security and power of knowing that they love you always, celebrate your successes no matter what, and feel your heartbreaks deeply.
When my daughter was born, I wondered if I was feeling what I was supposed to be feeling. I was sort of scared of her -- her big eyes and her insatiable needs -- and was convinced I should be feeling nothing but love. A tingly, full-body, constant feeling of love from my core to my limbs.
I desperately wanted to get to know these other moms, to connect with them, to make a friend. But, really, they scared me half to death with their angelic babies, their new mom glows, and their judging eyes.
For the first year of my daughter's life, everything was big: big love, big frustration, big anxiety, big mood swings, big me. Not since I was a teen had I been so transfixed by my own now-shriveled navel.
Last year, on Mother's day, I found out I was pregnant. I can hardly believe it's been a year since that gleeful Mother's Day. Only a year later, and life is a completely different shade of tumbling. I have become the mother of a rather scrumptious little girl.