Today, I reached a breaking point. My husband has been away for eight weeks, and my 8-month-old has been waking every two hours for a week. This time, I couldn’t keep it together. I found myself locking the bathroom door for a moment of solitude—twice today.
Reaching Out for Help
In my state of despair, I reached out to my husband, a few close friends, and my mother. I also contacted my counselor and the early childhood center. I felt overwhelmed, exhausted, and utterly lost. The weight of my responsibilities felt crushing. After two hours on the phone, I managed to arrange a counseling session, an appointment at the early childhood center, and support from two friends who offered to help me throughout the week.
The Family Question
During my conversations with the intake officer, they consistently asked if I had family nearby who could assist. Each time, I hesitated, overwhelmed by emotion, before replying, “Yes and no.” I do have friends who feel like family, but they have their own commitments—jobs, children, and busy lives. It’s not as simple as it seems.
No Judgments Allowed
As I sit here, grappling with my racing thoughts, I remind myself to let my emotions flow like cars passing by, without judgment. (A technique I learned from Headspace.) I try to meditate daily and cultivate a space in my heart that welcomes compassion for myself and others.
The Reality of Postpartum Depression
Statistics suggest that one in seven mothers experiences postpartum depression. Frankly, I find that hard to believe. It seems impossible that six out of seven of us don’t struggle at some point during our baby’s first year. Many of us suffer in silence, which is not surprising. As I share my journey, I discover more mothers who have felt similarly at least once.
The Healing Journey
I am working on mending the seams that feel torn and exposed. I do this by reaching out for support, looking inward, and practicing self-acceptance. I find joy in simple moments—dancing in the kitchen with my kids or taking walks along the beach with friends.
Not a Superwoman
I will continue to heal by reminding myself and others that I am not a Superwoman, nor do I want to be one. While I am strong, I also need love and support. I can manage work, care for my family, and allow myself to feel—whether it’s laughter, tears, or moments of vulnerability. I can put on my big girl boots and live my life fully.
So please, let’s stop glorifying the Superwoman myth. It’s not helping any of us. Fellow mothers, let’s embrace our authenticity together.
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Summary
Postpartum depression is a common struggle faced by many mothers, yet it often goes unacknowledged. Sharing experiences and seeking help are crucial steps in healing. It’s essential to recognize that no one is a Superwoman. Embracing vulnerability and reaching out for support are vital in the journey of motherhood.