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PPD - You're Not Cuckoo

I want to spend some time writing about something that nobody really wants to talk about. Something people think is taboo. Something that if you said you had it, people think you are cuckoo in the head


Depression. 


I believe that most of us suffer it from time to time; the severity defers from one person to another. Some find it a condition that they could live out by hiding themselves in a room. Some reach out to their friends when they started noticing their thought patterns were changing. Some absolutely deny it and soldier on. 


But then there are those who refuse to see that they have a condition that can be solved, refuse to look it in the eye and find a solution. These are people I hope to reach out to. 


I know how it feels like because I've been there. Yes, I've been utterly, hopelessly, helplessly, irrefutably depressed. I didn't know it at that time and I refused to see that it was a problem, until it became a problem for my kids. 


Now, that is a terrible terrible terrible terrible TERRIBLE thing!!! Thankfully, nothing snapped and I lived on believing that there is hope in this lifetime.


What I want to stress today is Post Partum Depression, which is one of the most common things in this world. I watch helplessly and wordlessly as I read the status updates of a friend of mine on Facebook (no, not yours, Anothermom. Don't be perasan! Hehe) and I suspect she is suffering depression but I am not close enough to her to say anything really motivational. 


I am not a trained shrink so, what if I say something that really drives her off the edge? But I should say something, I think. 


Anyway, remember those times when we read news about how mothers drown their kids or choke their babies to death or plant a bullet in their baby's brain? We ask ourselves, 'God, what kind of mothers are these??!! They're monsters!'


Well, in most of these cases, the moms, it seems, suffer from Post Partum Depression. Believe you me that it is common.

I once harbored thoughts of sinking knives into my kids heart (it would be sooooo easy) or slit their throats and then I off myself. I thought scary thoughts of just packing my stuff and then run away to an island somewhere far away and never look back. And these are thoughts of someone who cannot see a way out of her negativity.

Be aware of these thoughts and know that it can be solved by reaching out to friends, a doctor, a shrink (there's no shame in that, come on!!), going out there and be with the world, travel, have some fun, laughing for no reason or doing something you really like.

The progress can be a painfully slow one, but you will get there.

And the first step to take is to acknowledge that there is a problem and it is OK. Let others say whatever they want to say about you - it's not the end if you have the will to regain control of this dilapidating condition. And no, you're not nuts. Because if every woman was to be truthful, they will admit that, to an extent, being pregnant, heavy, ugly (pppttthhh! All that stuff they tell you about glowing skin, nice hair...etc), not feeling good about yourself, fighting the feeling of wanting to take a cleaver and just cut the flabs of fats around the belly area...etc...yes, they felt it too.

Which means that many, many, many, MANY women out there suffered the same thing, which makes it normal, which means you're not nuts, alright?

Take care and be aware of your thoughts.

Namaste. Love and Light to everyone.
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