the price of honesty...
I have not written any blog entry or anything personal for that
matter in the last year or so. I could say that after my son was born,
he occupied all my waking hours, and I would not be lying, but that is
not the real reason why I stopped writing. For one, I suffered the
dreaded postpartum depression and I did not know how to deal with it. I
denied it for months. I kept asking myself why I became too lazy to
engage my mind in anything other than changing nappies. Of course there
was the occasional burst of energy that enabled me to accomplish some
things in my job, but mostly, I have had to drag myself out of bed every
morning and force myself to go to work. I knew I needed help but there
was no help anywhere. I called my doctor but other than a pill that was
supposed to put smiles on my face, she was not really of any help. I did
not take the pill as it was contraindicated with breastfeeding so I
really do not know if the pill would have helped me had I taken it.
Lookin…
Lookin…