You never, ever thought it would be like this.
You thought it would be the happiest time of your life.
You had this image of yourself in that rocking chair with your baby, soothing her, loving her, feeling peaceful and connected. It would be so nice.
And now you find yourself faced with the jarring reality that it’s not at all like that. It’s way, way harder. You wonder what you’re doing wrong. You’re exhausted, irritable, sad, scared. You think, I don’t even know who I am anymore.
Postpartum depression has a way of being so incredibly difficult it can shatter us to the core. It is hard, lonely, and terrifying. Just when you’re most depleted and unsure of yourself, the demands have never been greater and the stakes have never been higher, because there’s a baby in the picture. It’s an epic scenario in which you are at your most upset when you least expected it and the challenges have never been greater.
You might be asking yourself
- What does it mean if I’m not loving this, if I’m struggling so much?
- Am I bonding with the baby?
- How can I stop feeling guilty and inadequate all the time?
- Am I failing at this?
- What will happen if I tell others how bad this is?