The monsters in my head whisper all night long. ‘Toss her away… Run away. Don’t come back. Cut yourself up’ they keep whispering in my ears. I sing out aloud but their voice even fills the tunes of my favorite songs.
‘ A break will do you good’ said my reflection in the mirror, looking at the spit stained woman staring at her weakly.
‘Yes, I need a break’ I tell myself. Wiping away my tears and the sweat, I walk out of the bathroom with a determination. Dialing that number on my phone I say ‘ma.. I need help’.
Postpartum depression is an ugly monster, isolating you from asking help. Reach out, take that break and talk to someone.anyone. don’t let the monster win.
I am writing as a part of the Write Tribe Problogger’s challenge. #WriteBravely #WriteTribeChallenge