Hello Brave, Beautiful Women.
I haven’t posted in a while but I always read your words and am so grateful for this community, oceans apart as we are; I am so profoundly relieved to know I am not and was never alone.
I just wanted to write a note today on my two year anniversary to say I am doing a lot better. I still struggle, it’s still a journey, I still cannot believe what I went through, what all of us went through - in some cases repeatedly - but I am also starting to view things a bit differently. I am starting to believe that my post partum psychosis forced me to press pause on [blow up actually] a life that desperately needed redirecting. I will not say I’m grateful for my psychosis because I don’t wish that descent into hell upon anyone, not even the old me, but I will say this: two years out from my PPP and I’m starting to like who I am in a way that I never thought possible before. It has required a lot of therapy, self-advocating, reading (audible + walking with my dog), body scanning, learning about boundaries and then setting them, painstaking, painstakingly, painstakingly letting go of a lot of old habits and relationships that were never good for me, prioritizing time with my son before and after work, and a lot of mistake-making to course correct. But here I am finding myself actually healing, not just from the trauma of PPP, but from the trauma of my life and who I was, or was not, before it.
I’ll spare you all the details of my dance with the devil but I just want to offer this note as a source of hope for those who are really in it right now. This stuff that we have faced and are still facing to varying degrees - this is the stuff of warriors. We are so brave, I could cry just typing that. We are so brave. And healing, non-linear as it may be, is possible, even if no one else in your life comes with you. I just want to take a moment to really celebrate that stuff that you all are, that I am, made of. Keep fighting the good battles.