At least in my life, the worst thing you could ever say to a woman with postpartum depression is, "oh enjoy every minute, they grow up so fast". I'm pretty sure the five thousand women that say that to me weekly have no idea I have postpartum depression, and sure five thousand is a bit of an exaggeration, but still every time I hear that I want to literally scream! Now I know most people use literally incorrectly, but you can ask my family, this depression makes me angry. I literally want to scream at the top of my lungs, much like a small child does. Instead I give them an awkward grimace. At which point people don't know how to react so look uncomfortable until they can finish the conversation and walk away.
I don't really enjoy the first year of a baby's life when I'm not suffering from mental illness, I definitely don't enjoy it currently. I go to bed at night wondering how in the world I'll survive another day. So I'm not enjoying every minute, there are some days I'm not even enjoying 5 minutes.
Sometimes people with mental illness will feel guilty that they aren't enjoying life. In a past lifetime I would feel guilty, this time, I accept life for what it is. Before I started some alternative health depression therapy I was too out of it to feel guilty, now I think my meds are just enough to that I realize this won't last forever, and to just accept life for what it is. I'm not enjoying things, but I know in the back of my mind it will go away. I no longer think I hate my family so that is good. I try to find some time to enjoy each person each week.
When I started to taking my different supplements I thought, I'm going to be better next week. Life hasn't worked out that way. Which I think is probably normal.
I'm getting pretty bored with these postpartum depression posts. I would like to move on to something else, we will see.
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