One year later…
…thank you Facebook memories for reminding me that one year ago I shared my story about postpartum depression. It was also coincidental, that this morning at a doctor’s appointment I was asked,
“What are you on Zoloft for?”
Seeking the help that I need and allowing myself to have an open conversation about my mental health needs and journey has allowed me to shine in ways I never thought possible. With the help of friends, I’ve been able to start a support group that I’ve been dreaming of for most of my life. I’ve been able to tell people time and time again at our meetings,
It’s OK to just say ‘this sucks,’”
And not feel judged about feeling that way.
I know that I’ll most likely never come off my medication and that counseling services will be on and off throughout my life. I’ve accepted that this is part of my life and am trying very hard to no longer feel that it’s something I need to hide or be ashamed of.
It is just a part of who I am and I’m going to be okay with that.