Postpartum depression

I used to be so deeply afraid of making a mistake that I spent all of my time overanalyzing every little thing. Then I found behavioural therapy.

As a born and raised planner, I had my life figured out pretty early on. But things quickly changed when I went to school with a baby.

The EPDS painted an image of a sad, powerless, woman crying in her room—not me. But my irritation with life and tendency toward anger was actually PPD.

I was sure that my second son couldn't possibly be mine. I had no idea it was a symptom of postpartum depression, lurking beneath the new-mom exhaustion.