Though you may not hear anyone say it, postpartum mood disorders like depression or anxiety are the most common complication of childbirth. Offering to come and hold the baby, while romantic and appealing in that diaper-commercial sense, doesn’t always cut
September 10th is Suicide Awareness Day. Wherever you are between 6pm-9pm light a candle for those we have lost to Maternal Mental Health Disorder. Be sure to snap a photo and share on your social media to help spread awareness.
I’m a shameless, unrepentant Facebook user. A tab with Facebook is always open in my browser, and if I’m away from my keyboard I’ll still check on my phone. It makes me laugh to look at funny memes and silly lists.
Content Warning: Potentially graphic post-surgical images. Today I share a part of my birth story that I have not before. I experienced a traumatic birth, a quiet nightmare that stretched into weeks postpartum. Because I was delivered early
Tomorrow I’m going to be at the Colorado State Capitol to support the joint resolution that will create Maternal Mental Health Week in Colorado. I will stand with my family, my doctors & caregivers, my legislators, and my community to
This week, an embarrassing, expected, and much dreaded thing happened to me. I lost my job because of my mental illness. I let it get too far; I abandoned my post. I should have done it sooner. The combination of
I’m delighted to share that I’ve been invited to be part of a maternal mental health learning collaborative with the intention of making screening and access to care simpler and more widespread in Colorado. I joined a meeting for the
Dear mama with postpartum mood disorders, Beautiful, hurting mama, you have more love in your heart than it can hold. It’s why you feel like you’re coming apart at the seams. You are doing the hardest thing anyone has ever
My husband and I sat down this Valentine’s Day weekend and finally watched the Martian. Yup, that one, with Matt Damon stranded on the red planet. It was surprisingly good. The humor found – even forced – from what seemed
I sobbed hysterically through my six week follow-up appointment. Ben was still in the NICU, my sleep was disturbed by flashbacks, and I was pumping breastmilk every three hours. I’d planned that day to go to my morning OB appointment