Well, I have to say it sometime....

 I've only shared this with a few individuals. Individuals who are so close to me that I know they would never judge me. Individuals who know my deepest secrets and who will take those secrets to the grave with them.  I haven't told anyone else because I did not want to be judged. I did not want looks of pity. I didn't want to hear people tell me to "just get over it".  By keeping silent, I'm adding to the stigma, so here it is: I have ppd. Postpartum Depression. I'm on medication and will remain on medication for the foreseeable future.

I felt it coming and thought I could fight it. I couldn't.  Apparently I'm not strong enough.  <---- That is the ppd talking.   I am strong enough, strong enough to admit I can't go it alone.  Strong enough to admit I can't continue like this. Strong enough to know that my boys and my husband deserve better than what I have been. They deserve the real me. Not the swallowed up, pushing everyone away, freaking the fuck out over little things me.

So, I'm on medication and I'm dealing with my issues and I'm learning to ask for help.  And so help me, if you say any form of the following I will mentally punch you in your face!  God will heal you, Have you tried natural remedies, I had thirteen-kazillion kids and never had an issue, Just be happy you have kids or ppd isn't real  are not helpful things to say to me.