Tuesday, 20 August 2013

A Slow Realization...

I think it must be difficult to be the family member or friend of a person suffering from PPD especially if she isn’t being treated or hasn’t realized it.  Now that I’m feeling better and am able to begin reflecting back on the last couple of months, I have been talking to friends and family members more about it.  My close friends have said, “We knew something was going on.  You just weren’t yourself.  You were holding onto things and you were all over the place.”  A few friends did mention Postpartum Depression.  My response was always, “Yeah, maybe.  Or maybe I’m just really exhausted.   Maybe when my baby starts sleeping better, I’ll be okay.”  I never denied there was a problem.  I just didn’t know what the problem was and didn’t really know what to do about it.  Maybe no one else really knew how to help me figure things out either.

At one point, I was invited to a PPD support group.  I did attend once.  At the time, however, I didn’t think I had the symptoms of PPD.  I just thought I was exhausted and angry with my husband.  I had no idea that how I was feeling and what I was going through are symptoms of PPD as well. 

I was talking to that friend (who invited me to the PPD group) about things recently and she was saying that it is sometimes called Postpartum Mood Disorder rather than Postpartum Depression.  I think that is a better description.  When I think depression, I think sadness, crying, no energy etc.  I don’t think mood swings, irritability, anger, anxiety…. I think that is a misconception that needs to change. 

When I finally realized that maybe this REALLY WAS a postpartum thing, I mentioned it to my husband.  I told him I thought I should see a doctor and that maybe I needed some medication.  He was hesitant.  Understandable.  There is definitely a stigma attached to antidepressants.  People don’t like to talk about it.  My husband didn’t want me to go on medication.  He was worried about the side effects and he was worried that I would develop a dependency.  Frankly, I was worried about all that too but I knew I needed to do something and I didn’t know what else to do. 

I finally just made the doctor’s appointment (see my first post “Postpartum Depression Snuck Up on Me”) and called my husband to tell him.  It was then that he spoke to a mentor.  His mentor assured him that this was best and that he should support me in the decision I felt I needed to make.  After that, my husband felt better and he has been fully supportive ever since.  I’m sure it was hard for him though. 

Yesterday I asked him. “Was I really acting that crazy?  Did you ever consider leaving?”  I was starting to feel embarrassed and worried that people had been thinking I was crazy this whole time but just weren’t saying anything.  My husband said, “No, never.  You were exhausted and you had a short fuse.  I knew you weren’t feeling like yourself.  But never once did I think there was a serious problem.  I was never embarrassed to be around you.  I was never worried.  I realize now that I was frustrated and angry but there was never a time where I wanted to leave or anything like that.  Even now, there’s not a night and day difference because you weren’t that different.  You’re just more yourself.  You’re calmer and more relaxed.”  His words made me feel so much better.

When I told my friends about the appointment, I think they were relieved as well.  I know that my friends care about me and they weren’t sure what to do or how to help.  I’m sure they prayed.  I know they tried to support me.  No one ever sat me down and said, “I think you have PPD and you need to see a doctor to find out.”  Even if one of them had have done that, I’m not sure I would have listened or acted on it.  I may have just brushed it off.  However, I may have listened.  I wasn’t getting the suggestions and subtle hints that people were giving.  Maybe someone needed to talk to my husband about it.  I’m not upset about it though.  I think I needed to come to this realization on my own anyway.  I wish I had have realized sooner.  I know my husband was suffering.  My children were suffering.  I was suffering.  But that’s why I started this blog.  I don’t want others to suffer if I can help it.  They say hindsight is 20/20.  That’s definitely true in this case.  If my experience can help someone else seek treatment for PPD, then I’ll continue writing about it and being brutally honest.

And so I encourage you, if you know someone who is struggling with symptoms similar to mine (see my other posts as well, like “Anxiety, with a Side of Panic and Paranoia for Dessert”), to talk to them gently about it.  If you don’t think they’ll listen, then talk to their spouse or speak to a close friend of theirs and enlist his or her help.  Don’t spread it around.  Don’t talk behind the person’s back.  Do what you can to help and support.  Do some research yourself and find out what resources you can point them to.  Send them a link to this blog…

If you yourself are feeling “just not yourself”… if you’re struggling with anxiety, panic, anger, irritability, trouble with your spouse, even sadness, sleeplessness, lack of energy etc…. talk to someone about it.  Make an appointment with your doctor.  Don’t be afraid or ashamed to admit you may need help to get through this phase.  We all struggle.  We’re all human.  But we are never alone.


I have a follow-up appointment with the doctor later this week.  I’ll see how it goes.  I’m going to talk to him about other steps I can take to improve my mental health and hormone balance.  I’m sure exercise, vitamins and eating a little healthier will be on the list.  I’ll take it slow though so I don’t get overwhelmed.  I’ll write about my progress.  I’m hoping I won’t have to continue the medication for too long.  But I won’t give it a timeline.  I’m not even going to allow myself to feel ashamed or worried or embarrassed about having to take an antidepressant.  Life is too short and my family is too important.  The most important thing is that I am feeling better and more in control.  My husband is definitely happier and less stressed.  My children are more at ease around me.  I’m no longer having bouts or anxiety or moments or rage.  If I can feel and act the same way with alternative methods, then great.  It’ll be an ongoing journey.  Stay tuned.

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