‼️Trigger ahead‼️ Two weeks postpartum I was suicidal. I didn’t have a plan but I wanted to jump off a bridge. I envisioned being in the car with my family, breaking free then jumping off the bridge.
Not in a selfish I can’t do this anymore way but more of a I feel like such a fucking burden to my husband and kids, they deserve better.
My feelings got worse as the sleep deprivation got worse. I couldn’t fucking function. I was a walking zombie.
When I was diagnosed with postpartum depression I was placed on Zoloft and I have been very vocal with the fact that I know it’s not working but it’s doing something because I no longer want to jump off the bridge. I am still here, breathing, currently holding my baby. I get to see my babies grow up and live a life with my amazing husband.
So yes, I’ll happily be a medicated mama that gets to LIVE rather than worrying about what society “thinks”. Taking medication means you’re feeling fucking brave!