When Postpartum Depression Rears Its Ugly HeadHolly Whitney
Well, well, well. It would seem that I am not immune to postpartum depression.
As a matter of fact, it appears that PPD has decided I would make a great host for it to settle into for awhile.
Frankly, it sucks.
The self doubt.
The feeling that I’m not doing enough.
Damn the tears that seem to flow endlessly.I think in the end I’m just really overwhelmed.
Returning to work full-time.
Pumping at work to make sure there is enough to feed Huggy Baby when I’m not home.
Giving both kids the attention that they need and deserve—especially the four-year-old.
Not neglecting my marriage.
Cooking. Cleaning. Paying the bills.
It has just become too much at the moment.
Something has to give.
And so … it is with much remorse that I have to take a break from writing at Baby’s First Year.
I hope to be back soon. I don’t know how long it will take for me to feel not so overwhelmed with life. Maybe I just need to get through the holidays without so much on my plate.
Ultimately? I need to make time to take care of ME so I can take care of everything else.
I’ll still be around the internet. You can find me — albeit sporadically at the moment — at my personal blog, Artist Mother Teacher. Or you connect with me on Twitter and Facebook. Whatever you do — in the words of Simple Minds — don’t you forget about me.