I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I’ve become the person that I loathe. The one who doesn’t share the whole truth about ‘how they are’ when asked, because I don’t want to be a drag. Or i don’t want to be that person who is always brutally honest. But when it comes down to it, that’s exactly what I need to be. i need to be brutally honest about what’s going on here because who am I helping if I’m not?
I have a secret to share…many secrets actually, but they are going to come out in a new series called Real Talk with Mama Goot. This is number one…. Real Talk: I have post partum depression.
I’ve chalked up my melancholy sadness to the transition of our moving in warp speed time and doing so in the wake of having a new baby and then trying to get settled in and and and…only then I realized that the ands weren’t stopping. They were merely excuses and justifications for the fact that I often felt crazy miserable inside. Or the fact that my brain would take over and send me on a roller coaster with the lowest lows I’ve seen in years. It’s amazing what being alone with your thoughts can do and I’ve had quite enough of being alone with mine….so now I’m sharing them you. Airing out the dirty laundry. It was time.