….when there has been mental or emotional trauma there has to be healing and our friends and family cannot heal us and here’s why… Continue reading 3 Reasons the world should NOT be your therapist!
The energy of the mind is the essence of life~Aristotle Someone asked me last night, “So how did you know you needed to go see a therapist?” To be honest, I couldn’t tell him the exact moment I said, “Let me find a therapist”. I remember I did have a close friend that I discussed the topic with, but I don’t know if she suggested it or … Continue reading 3 Signs It’s Time To See a Therapist
I choose to Speak Away the Stigma associated with postpartum depression because I don’t want another woman to have to suffer in silence. I was 27 years old when I became pregnant with my son. The news brought forth feelings of joy & guilt. My joy was due to me growing up knowing I wanted to be a mother. Still, my joy was overshadowed by the guilt of feelings that I had more to accomplish before becoming a mother. I was more concerned with the plans I made for my life than embracing the plan God was unveiling.
During my pregnancy, I began to alienate myself from family and friends. I felt like they were secretly disappointed and wouldn’t understand my depression. I was irritable, cried a lot and stopped praying. I felt like I let God down and wasn’t worthy of His love since I couldn’t obey His Word. My mother was the first to notice a significant change in my behavior. I knew she was worried but I hid a lot of what I was going thru from her. She encouraged me to get out the house and enjoy my pregnancy. My son’s father had a hard time accepting my mood swings and spent a lot of time away from me. Our relationship, which I planned to last forever, became toxic. This made me feel alone and caused me to question why God was allowing me to go through this.The birth of my son didn’t catapult things into a better direction immediately. I had to adjust to the physical changes my body went through, the freedom I gave up for my son and balancing day to day activities. I knew I needed help. A few times I worked up the courage to make appointments to see a therapist. Once I couldn’t afford the $25 copay and another time I felt like they would see me as an unfit mother. Throughout my depression, it was so important to portray being a good mom even though I didn’t always feel like one. I loved my son but felt guilty and like I wasn’t enough. I was in a dark and low point in my life. So, what changed? I began to get back into my routine of praying, journaling and speaking to other mothers. After speaking to so many women who were close to me I saw how common this illness is. I heard stories of so many extremities from just being sad, to being suicidal and even wanting to harm their babies. I encourage anyone who is going through this to seek the help I was too ashamed to ask for. Your children deserve the very best version of you! My son is almost two years old and is the light of my life. He will be two years old in June and he is smart (he can count to ten) extremely goofy and loves Mickey Mouse. We pray together, read and do the Chuck E. Cheese dance. My experience has taught me that Gods plan is better than my own. He will always turn your pain into purpose and your test into a testimony! “For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.”(2 Corinthians 4:17)
The facts about Postpartum Depression on this post are from the National Institute of Mental Health. You can read more about the symptoms and treatment options here .
Once I let go of the holidays were “supposed” to look like, I learned to enjoy the holidays MY way.
If you are worried about having the Holiday Blues here are 7 ways to shoo away those Blues! Continue reading 7 Ways to Shoo the Holiday Blues
Dr. Amber Thornton is a licensed clinical psychologist, currently practicing in the Knoxville, Tennessee area. Read more about Dr. Amber Thornton and her professional approach to mental health. Continue reading Not “Eliminate”… but “Manage”