Midnight Meat Train

Revelation, Brooke Shields Style - Pt.1

Originally posted on The Anvil Tree

Sometimes, I feel like I make these grand assertions on here, and there’s only grand to me.  Which is fine; it’s my blog.  I write it for my own (lame) memory’s sake, anyhow, so any assertion I wanna make is one I should feel good about making right?

But here’s one that I really am taking very seriously.  It’s not about my hair, my weight, or even cleaning.  Well, it’s sorta about cleaning.  Mainly, it’s about me.

See, I have lots of very strong, capable women around me.  Most (if not all) of these women have given birth at some point.  And while every woman has their very own birth story, there has been one thing I’ve never heard anything about in my own circle, so I assumed it was just an urban legend.

Then, as it all came crashing down around me this last week, I realized that urban legends have to have some truth to them in order to circulate.  So maybe it’s NOT so mythical.  Maybe real people DO get Post-partum depression.

This last week, I got stuck in a very dark, very deep place.  I’ve been doing that off and on since the baby was born, unfortunately, but I was always quick to attach an excuse to it.  First it was exhaustion.  “I’m depressed because I’m exhausted.”  What new mom wouldn’t be?  Then it was the hormones.  “My body’s going through so many changes, so I’m feeling depressed.”  Again, totally plausible.  Then, the reasons varied between plausible and completely ludicrous, anywhere from “The baby’s been so sick, so I’m just run down and blue” to “I can’t stand to wash any more bottles, I JUST CAN’T, and JesusGod, if someone doesn’t rescue me from this monotony..”

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