The following is a guest post from Laura Stott. Laura is a wife, mom to a seven-year-old and four-year-old, and a high school history teacher on the shoreline, where she also grew up. She loves being near the beach and the woods, and having deep roots, though she wishes all of her family were closer.
I’m going through an emotionally difficult time in my life (I’ll tell you more about that later). What I will tell you now is that I’m coming to the realization that I can’t do it alone. Believe me, I want to. I want to be able to stand on my own and dodge every
I have suffered from depression since I was a kid. I didn’t even know that what I had was an actual “thing”, let alone seek treatment for it, until I was in my late twenties. Looking back, it all makes sense. I used to take incredible risks when I was a kid and was never
Sometimes you wake up, start your day, and just feel like everything suddenly clicks. This happens almost never for me. But it happened to me today. If I could, I would bottle up and sell the magic that allowed my morning to unfold nearly seamlessly for once. Let me explain: (1) I managed to wake
When my depression started to lift after starting a much-needed prescription, I came to the scary realization that certain aspects of my personality and outlook on life were driven by that altered state of mind. Or rather, those aspects were a part of who I was until I started tinkering with my neurochemistry. One of
It’s been almost four years since that June morning and I am no longer depressed. I have a second son now and didn’t have postpartum depression with him. I have since bonded with and love both of my boys more than anything in my life. My bond is strong and secure with my sons.
(My story …continued) Like all forms of depression, there are varying degrees of postpartum depression. It can fluctuate from of a mild case of the “baby blues” to a crippling case of serious depression, or a million situations in between. To be honest, I don’t know where my case fell on that spectrum as it’s
It was mid-June, a little before 6:00am. I didn’t know the exact time because I stopped looking at the clock by then, but I knew the approximate time by the amount of sunlight coming through the window. It must have been a Tuesday because it was Garbage Day. I watched the garbage truck thump up the
If you’ve ever suffered from the common cold of the behavioral health world, you may understand the overwhelming sadness produced by this mood disorder. For example, the only times I believed my marriage would end, were the times I struggled with depression. Feelings of worthlessness, lethargy, or irritability as a single person, imagine these feelings in
Life seems to swing wildly between exuberant and hellish for me, with what I’ll refer to as “dead periods” occurring from time to time. The swings mark my transition from a flow state (in the zone, usually helping a client with something and feeling like I’m winning at the same time) to ground zero