Part 1 - Breaking the silence

Thinking about my last post, and recognizing the progress I've made recently in the categories of personal growth and self-acceptance, I've decided to take a leap.

Right here, right now. And quickly, before I lose my nerve.

There's something I've long been silent about, both on this blog and in real life. I may have mentioned it to some of you in bits and pieces, which is probably how I'll begin here too, but if you'll bear with me, I'd like to eventually tell the whole story.

It is postpartum depression.*

Writing about it for the first time now, eighteen months after Littlebat entered into this world, and finally being able to explore my experience in retrospect (mostly), feels like I imagine base jumping might. In other words, not exactly an ordinary leap.

The bad news is, it's probably going to be a bit bumpy on the way down. But if I promise you right now that it has a happy ending, I hope you'll join me for the ride.

*I'm using the term postpartum depression here to represent the whole range of postpartum mood disorders. And we'll just leave it at that for now.


(To be continued.)