Breaking the Silence For Mothers With Postpartum Depression [HuffingtonPost.com]
This morning was one of those really hard PPD mornings. You know the ones where you cry, all the time. Where smiling at your babies doesn't feel second nature like it normally does. You go through the motions. Getting breakfast for them, sinking down with a coffee and then moving silently through the home dodging everyone, trying not to interact as you feel too weary and the anger nudges it's head up with every whiny request. This morning I wanted my old life back. One not ridden with...