The Medication Conundrum

Recently, Postpartum Progress posted an article that was originally posted on Scary Mommy. The article was about a woman who has suffered from treatment resistant depression for years. Her depression was naturally exacerbated with childbirth and the postpartum period. She expressed her frustration with well-meaning family, friends and strangers when they would advise her on how to treat her depression.

The full article is here.

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Ivanka Trump Said it, so…

Photography Credit: eKate Photography

I make no secret of the fact that I’m adamantly opposed to Donald Trump. I’ve not really thought much of him over the years, until he held the national stage hostage as of August 2015. I have however, from time to time, followed Ivanka Trump. She’s done several interviews in some high profile magazines.

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Alligator Mom Taught me what Love is

Our country has been reeling in the wake of the unspeakable tragedies that occurred in Orlando these past weeks. I’ve spent a lot of time contemplating the mothers of these victims. In addition to that, the alligator that snatched the two year old and drowned him has been wreaking the most havoc on my emotions as he was not much older than my little bub. As was the case with Gorilla Mom, once again I could see something like that happening to my baby and it horrifies me.

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Verboten. The Forbidden Words of the Postpartum Mother

As I meandered through the jungle of postpartum depression, I seemed to encounter article after article about other women who were suffering the same despair that I felt. It appeared that there was so much more awareness about postpartum depression. Was the stigma of postpartum depression evaporating?

Maybe. But then again, maybe not.

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I Must be Defective.

Over the weekend we went to a Star Wars party to celebrate (belatedly) May 4th (or for Star Wars geeks – May the Fourth be with you). During Episode III, I stared at the TV as Anakin Skywalker tried to take the higher ground from Obi-Wan Kenobi and failed. With his appendages lost to lightsaber or flames, his body sank in the gravel as his robotic arm desperately grabbed for the ash and gravel to keep himself from the fiery lava. As he lifted his arm up to grasp another rock to maneuver himself higher, his beaten body slid closer to oblivion. 

The imagery resonated with me. It’s how I felt and still feel on occasion – like I’m clawing my way through the hot gravel, trying to save myself from the fiery abyss. 

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