If we just talked about it more, it wouldn’t be such a lonely journey.
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Taking a [Yellow] Page From History: Amanda's Story
The hum of the white noise machine emitted by the baby monitor hisses to me: deathhhhhhhhh.
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Sylvia Plath called and she wants her brooding darkness back.
Depression is not something that I can fix by listening to a nice song. Depression is not something that I can just decide not to feel anymore. It is not a choice. It is not a decision. It is not a mindset. It is a mental illness. I cannot will it away any more than a diabetic can will away their insulin insufficiency.
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My Postpartum Depression Adventure: Part Two
It was like Aslan’s breath was bringing me - this stone cold Stepford Mom - back to life, like Dorothy seeing the world awash in color after being thrashed about in a monochromatic twister. All of those feelings I had known to be possible, to be true, rushed back: how my heart can swell with such joy and love at the littlest coo, the tiniest twitch of a smile, drinking in the sweet smell of my baby.