One of the most popular posts on my blog is where I discuss my intrusive thoughts. The majority of search terms that come up for my blog are questions about intrusive thoughts. I wish I could soar through the ethernet and give a real hug to the mama who is desperately searching for answers. I want to take her hand and look in her eyes to let her know that it will be okay. You will get better, I promise.
I remember barely daring to hope that it would get better. Yael, Robin, Lauren, Katherine, and so many other friends promised that it would. They were right. I remember wanting to believe their words. I read blogs that inspired me with their messages of hope and perseverance. I clung to those words and those stories. I dared to hope. I got better. It took lots of work on myself. I went to therapy, and I participated in online support groups. I read as much as I could on postpartum mood disorders. I took, and I still take medication. I did not give up on myself, and I kept hoping that I would get better.
Baby steps, small wins and small successes are how we Warrior Moms measure recovery. Celebrate each one along the way. Recognize when you begin to recognize and appreciate the beauty and love all around you. When you notice how beautiful your child is and how lyrical their laugh is, that is a sign of recovery. Know this. You are not alone. You will get well. There is help. Never give up hope.