I speak for those who have no voice and who suffer from an invisible illness. Moms who suffer from postpartum mood disorders suffer in silence and shame. I was one of those moms a year ago. I felt like no one could understand what I was going through. I thought that I was going crazy. I could not control my emotions at all.
I speak for my friends online who are struggling, who feel like they cannot go on. You feel like you will be always be drowning and stuck in the mire of their mental illness. That is the illness telling you lies. You feel like you are not a good mom. Depression feeds on the doubt. See yourself as we see you, a wonderful friend who helps another mom even when you are struggling.
One day, the gray and the fog will lift. You will notice the blueness of the sky, the thousand watt smile of your child, and the breeze on your face. The world is out there waiting for you, my friend. Keep reaching out. Keep asking for help. Do not quit on us because we are not quitting on you. We love you, and we are extending our hand to help you out of the muck.
Remember that using the hashtag #ppdchat on Twitter gets you an army of hope and love. The women on that hashtag are some of the bravest women I have yet to have the honor of meeting in person.