One Hundred Percent
I haven't been completely honest here. Which, since no one actually reads this, means I haven't been completely honest with myself, and if there's one thing I strive to be, it's completely honest. With myself, at least. So here it is:
I have Post Partum Depression.
I have been dealing with PPD for the past two years. It's seeped into every corner of my being, has been woven into every stitch of my life. It is a part of me, and I refuse to be silent about its existence. I talk about it a lot; on Facebook, during conversation, every chance I can. Talking is therapeutic for me, just as writing is. I fully believe that mental health issues should be talk about the same as physical issues are.
As it stands, mental health is either talked about in whispers or not at all. That's just not good enough.
Because of the stigma surrounding mental health, people are scared to admit that they need help or that something's happening to them. This is very dangerous.
So, here I am, putting out there.
I have Post Partum Depression, but I am not my PPD.
xoxo, Scoot
(P.S. Take care of yourselves, bros.)
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