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I’m not shy when it comes to chatting about the difficulties I experienced with my first pregnancy. My growing body was slowing me down and my anxiety was through the roof as a result. I became severely depressed and didn’t share that with anyone until it was almost too late. It rocked every part of my world and I’m so fortunate to have survived.
To experience that and to not learn from it would be a tragedy. Going into this pregnancy I wasn’t blind to the fact that it could all very well happen again. So from the start, I have had my supports in place both at work and in my personal life. So when I started seeing a pattern of similar behavior, it was time to act before it became a damage control situation.
It’s so hard to talk about in the moment because I assume everyone has these preconceived notions of how I should be feeling and acting. I often feel like I have to prove how depressed or anxious I am to people who ask how I am doing. When it comes to pregnancy everyone has a story of someone who has “had it worse”. But you know what? That doesn’t matter. All I care about right now is taking care of myself and my growing baby boy.
But you know what? That doesn’t matter. All I care about right now is taking care of myself and my growing baby boy. It’s not easy but I am surviving and I’m alive and my baby is doing extremely well.
Thank you to everyone who has been brave enough to reach out to me to share their stories about mental health. I gain so much strength and courage from hearing everyone’s stories. It does the heart good to know my ramblings are shedding light on some important health issues that are often overlooked.