In case I haven’t mentioned it, the last 18 months has been a long journey with depression. Long. Yanno, in case I forgot to mention it.
Lately, has been better. With some good breakthroughs that are going to benefit me and my family now and in the future.
I realized, in addition to the fact that I am worth the fight, but also, that I am not damaging my girls with this struggle, they are actually going to benefit as I get better. They will have a stronger, happier mommy. I won’t be perfect, darn, but I will give them less of my issues, less of my hang-ups.
I’ve also realized the postpartum depression is not an isolated incidence. It is not my first experience with depression. And very likely will not be my last. Both the doctor and a friend think that is a good thing to realize. I’m not sure how it fits into my continued healing and long-term health, but for now, it is what it is.
I am thrilled to have had some good revelations that are bringing me more freedom and health.
But I am scared. What if this is a high and the bottom drops out again? Will these revelations, along with my family and faith, sustain me? Or will I see only the darkness and anxiety again? Is this just a temporary lull? Will life again hurt like it did last month? Will the progress stay? Or disappear like the mist?
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