Depression When I had my

Depression

When I had my second child, I fell into the grips of a major depression. I was completely unprepared for the depths of the darkness. I gave birth to her on Dec 22, came home to a house full of company on Dec 24, and the day after Christmas everyone was gone. I was left with this baby, who cried allllllll the time. She would cry from 6 at night until 11 or 12. My first child would go to sleep listening to her wail. She'd cry all day, hardly sleeping. When we found, at 3 months, that if I kept away from all dairy, she wasn't so crabby, I felt like I had struck gold. It took until she was 6 months, though, to really bond with her. To feel like I liked her, and find the joy in her little face. In order to avoid this, wtih child #5 and #6, I took Zoloft. I'm still taking it. I went off it for a while, and found that I was losing my mind, and was about to go postal on someone. A consult with my wonderful midwife, and I was back on. I don't know if I'll go off it anytime soon, and I'm not in a hurry. I don't like to be mean and grumpy, and upset. My family deserves better.

In the past week, it seems that depression has come over the blog world in a big way. Natalie, Heather and Melissa are all strong, independent women, with great writing and wonderful wit. All three are having difficulty at this time. My prayers go out to them, and all who suffer from the blackness.

It truly sucks, and it's nowhere that I want to be ever again.