I am [was] suffering from PPD (postpartum depression). I realized it was affecting my life in June of this year. It took me cussing out my husband, telling him to "F-off," slamming doors, threatening to leave and me storming up to our room in tears for hours, all while my husband was walking out the door to go to work for me to realize something was up. It took days of worry, thoughts, and going back and forth in order to make the decision to finally head to the doctor. Recognizing that I had a problem was the best thing I could have done for myself. I won't go into too much detail about what I've gone through, but maybe in another post.
I'm in my mid to late 20's and I'm [happily] married.
I am very much a glass half empty type of girl. I am not bubbly, chipper, or giddy. I try to be "optimistic," but honestly, it's a lot of work.
Why blog? Because I miss it. I used to do it a lot in college. It's therapeutic. It doesn't matter if anybody is actually reading it, because, it's for me. I also have a family blog that I haven't updated in ages, but I am hoping to continue that because our little girl is growing and changing so much. I also want to write out my struggles with PPD, work, emotions, motherhood, and anything else I might encounter. Life is hard and it's not all rainbows and sunshine.