Postpartum Depression Didn't Look the Way I Thought It Would
glamour.comwas that I was positive I didn’t have it. I’d been keeping an eye out for the warning signs—the feelings of disconnection or resentment toward my baby; feeling at risk of doing harm to them or to myself—but there were none.
I loved my child so deeply it was almost all I could do. I barely recognized my own swollen, tear-stricken face in the mirror, but they were my life’s greatest gift.
I’d never hurt them. So, I thought, this couldn’t be PPD. This was just my understandable reaction to the world falling apart around me.And for nearly a year, I lived in that vacuum.I wasn’t blind to the notion that motherhood was a struggle for so many.
Fleeting mentions of PPD would show up in pamphlets and on websites, and it was briefly brought up by my midwife. But nobody in my life ever really talked about it.
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