I can say with all embarrassment and honesty that I was ashamed and scared to admit to myself, let alone someone else, that I couldn’t cope with what I was feeling; to admit that I was depressed. Once I ‘owned’ my PPD (which was only a mere 2 years after the fact) I had found a sort of ‘safe place’ in myself with which to store those feelings. Let me point out that… I did NOT cope with, nor work through those feelings, nor did I seek professional assistance… I simply found a way to ‘exist’ that fit the socially acceptable norm for functional behavior.
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