“I don’t want to leave her, but I want to leave.”
I couldn't keep up with the speed of my thoughts, but when they started to take a dark turn, I knew I needed to seek help.
"I had a serious problem—one that had always been there but worsened from birth and my experience with breastfeeding."
Usually we'd be celebrating Black achievement, culture and art. But these are difficult times and I'm not sure I'm in the mood to celebrate.
You'd better believe I've learned a few baby-feeding tricks.
It's been almost a year since the pandemic started.
Pregnancy condition? Stop. Googling. It.
“Mommy’s not safe. Stay back!” I shouted, with my hand outstretched in protest. I didn’t trust myself in that moment. I didn’t recognize myself.
"My anxiety and depression worsened during pregnancy due to many factors; canceled baby shower, working from home, limited social interaction, isolation, canceled trips, financial stress, COVID fear, etc."
"Deserve is a peculiar verb, as it’s somehow become a barometer of my mental health. It’s a harsh line drawn in the sand by a mind under duress and a silent knowing that I am worthy when I am healthy."
This high-end luxury hybrid is a game-changer.
"You see, after our baby was born I didn't feel a rush of love, euphoria and excitement. Instead I felt sad, anxious and frightened."
We sing, dance and bond even more than I expected.
"Now there were people in my life appreciating me for my brain and my hard work and not because I was the lady with access to the fruit snacks and the TV remote."
Prenatal depression is real. Postpartum depression is real.
They are doing things differently, not caring what other people think. They're carving out their own place in this world. They're marching to the beat of their own drum.
Every pregnancy and birth really is different.
"I would go to empty out the dishwasher and by the time I'd reach the cabinet with the clean plate, I'd be bawling."
What a clinical psychologist wants you to know about kids who "act out."