Postpartum Depression is a season, I tell myself. It's a journey. There's no set time of how long it will be, how long it will take until someone is back to "normal". PPD isn't like a stomach bug, where one day you have it and the next day you don't. It's a process. One day, you have a moment where normal shines through. I had that this weekend and it was like coming up from underwater for a breath of air. For a few moments, in a few situations, I felt alive again. The slip i

Guilt. Rooted in shame, postpartum depression is cloaked with a sense of guilt. A sense that what you’re feeling is wrong, that its offensive to be struggling. Even mommas who aren’t experiencing PPD, or who have overcome it, still struggle with guilt. I look at my little baby’s face, his sweet chubby cheeks and his big bright eyes…he already looks for me when he hears my voice and smiles when he sees me. And I am overwhelmed with guilt. I love him, I am so happy I have him a

So this is Postpartum Depression. It’s lonely and scary and embarrassing. But most of all, I realized that PPD is cloaked in lies and a shame that convinces people not to admit they’re struggling, not to talk about it. PPD looks different for everyone. It's not always just crying and it doesn't mean someone is experiencing it all the time. For a great resource on a list of postpartum depression, anxiety and OCD, check out Postpartum Progress. For me, PPD is smiles on the outs