Tuesday, February 17, 2009


My therapist (yes, I have a therapist) tells me that PPD is a real illness, just like cancer - yet the stigma associated with a mental health disorder is much different than a physical illness that everyone can see. 

If one is sick, then one needs to nurse oneself back to health - no matter it be mental or physical health. 

Am I embarrassed by "airing my dirty laundry"? Yes and no. 
However, if this blog can help other mom's with their PPD illness - then it is worth sharing my story on the world wide web. 


Pinky said...

Found your blog from the link on O2. My daughter is 4 years old now, and it has been a long journey. I too have PPD, and I am still on anti depressants and will likely be for the rest of my life. My PPD affected me so much that I decided I could never go through it again, and 2 years ago, I had my tubes tied. I love my daughter to bits, but in all honesty I do not look back at her baby pictures with fondness. Instead, they make me very anxious. The whole depression thing is a hard concept to grasp, especially for spouses. Hang in there, and stick to your treatment, it will get better.

Natalie said...

Hi Pinky. Thanks for leaving your comment. I too will never have anymore children. I hope you are doing much better and are enjoying your daughter.
I can't wait until Keelyn is older, as I think that will help me cope better.