My Story: Vanessa Lowe

My Story: I knew something was wrong the day we came home from the hospital. I was standing at the front door and felt like I just couldn't go any further with this life that is been given. I don't know how I managed to put one foot in front of the other let alone take care of our daughter for the first two years of her life. The postpartum depression enveloped me like a grave. There were many days I would get in my car and drive aimlessly through the city praying for some random car to come crashing into me so I could die. 

I finally started talking about how I felt when our daughter turned two. I tried three different prescriptions before a therapist got a hold of me and said the most profound thing I'd heard. He said, "You can go back and get another bottle of pills, or you can work to get yourself out of this".  I chose work.

Postpartum depression isn't something that will go away, please seek help. Don't suffer in silence.

Vanessa Lowe | Florence, Arizona | Mama to 4

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Posted on September 20, 2015 and filed under Postpartum Stories.