Do you notice it in my gaze? The hollowness? The immense effort required to tackle even the simplest daily activities? Engaging in a brief conversation can leave me utterly drained. Some days, I feel like I have nothing left to offer.
I strive to conceal it, to keep the ominous presence in my mind hidden away in a shadowy corner, out of sight. Yet, it lingers. Always observant, listening, stalking, waiting for its moment to strike—even on my better days. After 14 long years, I’ve come to accept that it will never fully vanish.
The Cycle of Exhaustion and Anxiety
It all begins with exhaustion. The relentless fatigue. The sensation that the day isn’t long enough. When I’m worn out, my mental defenses weaken, and the monster seeps into my thoughts, igniting a cycle of despair.
Next comes anxiety. The constant barrage of worries about what I need or want to accomplish keeps me on edge, making it hard to breathe as I become a bundle of irritability. I want to be everything for my family, but these aspirations only add to a growing list of tasks that I lack the time or energy to complete.
The Weight of Guilt
This spirals into guilt. I pour my energy into being the best mother I can be, but I’m only human. I will never measure up. I try to carve out “me” time to recharge, but that only leads to more guilt as it takes away from an endless list of responsibilities.
I feel worthless.
Isolation and Loneliness
Once my monster plants that seed of doubt, I find myself trapped. Sadness envelops me, intensifying each time I misinterpret the words or actions of others, further cementing my feelings of inadequacy.
I retreat into myself because it feels safer. Less exposure to the truth of my perceived failings. Yet, within this self-imposed isolation, I feel profoundly lonely. My monster thrives on this solitude; it makes me easier to control, giving it more power over me.
Recognizing the Pattern
Yet, my monster is cunning. It grants me good days—glimpses of freedom when I can almost feel the light. On these days, my chest doesn’t feel like it’s about to burst. But therein lies the trick; I’m less inclined to seek help when I can convince myself that I’ve merely had a few rough days and that I’m “feeling better now.”
Recognizing this pattern is the first step toward diminishing my monster’s grip. By seeking help and breaking free from my isolation, I strip away some of its authority. I understand that it will always be there, lurking in the recesses of my mind, ever ready to seize control of my thoughts. Therefore, I must remain vigilant.
My Ongoing Battle
My monster shackled me at 14, pulling me into a dark abyss while allowing me brief moments of light. Even in those moments of “freedom,” the chains remain. My role now is to resist.
As one of the 1 in 7 women grappling with postpartum depression, I am determined to fight back. Speak out. Seek support. Let’s dismantle the stigma together—you’re not alone in this struggle. Together, we can escape these cages.
Resources for Support
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Conclusion
In summary, I am not alone in my fight against postpartum depression. By sharing my experience, I aim to encourage others to seek help and break the stigma surrounding mental health. Together, we can work toward healing and understanding.