Not the Favorite

I look at the picture with both feelings of nostalgia and pain. At the time, I had only been a mother for all of two months. I had no idea what I was doing, and I was scared most of the time. And yet, there I was, in a simple photo with a small smile, … Continue reading Not the Favorite

Learning to Communicate

Not to toot my own horn, but I've been told from time to time that I have decent communication skills in the workplace. I am well-spoken, clear and professional. I am able to speak publicly to both large and important audiences without hesitation. My writing skills reflect the same. I sometimes am asked as to … Continue reading Learning to Communicate

reflection

It was a year and a half ago, but I remember looking in the mirror. Tears streamed down my face. My hair was a mess. My clothes were a mess - I think my nursing tank was on backwards. My eyes spoke volumes. I was tired. I was stressed. I was anxious. I was scared. … Continue reading reflection

3BR/2BA – The Last Stop

Time and time again, I come back to this place.  It was the home of our childhood. It's no surprise that I would find myself here. I tend to think that these dreams come as a way to remember the past. It's a way to think of the times that once were, and to remember … Continue reading 3BR/2BA – The Last Stop

365 Days

It seemed so unfair. I was finally making progress with my recovery from Postpartum Depression and Anxiety. I was finally starting to enjoy motherhood. Yet, I had to leave that all behind and go back to being in the corporate world. It’s hard to believe, but a year ago today, I went back to work … Continue reading 365 Days

The Last Words

The memory of that day will always be indelible.  The time following it remain charred and broken. When we said good-bye, we had no idea that it would be our last. It happened so long ago. The day began with such tension.  The reasons for the arguments were nothing but normal things between mother and … Continue reading The Last Words

The Thief

I was always aware that things were different.  Yet, as a young child, it seemed easier to ignore it.  But then, it grew.  I was always wondering why things were different.  Why did I not look like the other girls in class? Why didn't we have the same things that others did? If there ever a constant … Continue reading The Thief

The Judge

I didn't think much about it until about halfway through the session. Then, I caught it. A look of disapproval and annoyance. I thought I was overreacting. Towards the end of class, you made a comment. You were talking to someone else about their child, but was staring right at me. You said something along … Continue reading The Judge

A Mommy Story: There’s Something About Hannah

In this edition of A Mommy Story, we meet Liz and her daughter Hannah.  As Liz dealt with her daughter's diagnosis, she learned to grow to love both herself and her daughter. As any first time parent, things were exciting and new for us. Our baby was growing and doing things like any child would. … Continue reading A Mommy Story: There’s Something About Hannah

When Does It Get Better?

It's a question I asked many times. I heard it often in support groups. When you're suffering from Postpartum Depression and Postpartum Anxiety, you want this answer more than anything. When will I even feel better? How am I ever going to feel "normal"? My opinion? With time. It's not an easy answer to accept. … Continue reading When Does It Get Better?