Overcoming postpartum depression was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Overcoming postpartum depression was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I did it silently and alone. Nobody knew I was struggling.
If I seemed a little moody or sad, I was told to “just cheer up.”
I was on maternity leave, so people assumed I had it easy at home “resting and bonding.”
NOPE. I was living through emotional hell. I was fighting for my life, and not a single soul
knew it.
The sleep deprivation was relentless. I was seeing things that weren’t there.
When someone spoke to me, it sounded like their voice was echoing from far away.
And still, I kept going.
The love I had and still have for my babies is what kept me together.
That love is fierce, endless, and grounding. It’s what kept me sane.
You are fighting a war inside yourself while the world around you continues, unaware.
That kind of isolation is extremely hard. And yet… you keep going.
You carry the weight of your own survival while showing up every day for your babies.
That is strength. All while being told "You have it easy" all because you didn't work a 9-5.
It's not the kind of strength people usually recognize or applaud. Its real, raw, warrior-level strength.
Mothers are amazing.
We are capable of so much more than people realize.
Postpartum depression is not just sadness.
The postpartum period is not just “recovery.” It is a physical, emotional, and psychological
journey that is often brutal and very much minimized.
And yet, we’re expected to “bounce back” while coping with:
• Hormonal shifts
• Sleep deprivation
• Pain and healing from birth
• Breastfeeding struggles and pressure
• Expected to be glowing, grateful, and endlessly giving

Sometimes when I look back at how I was treated in my most vulnerable moments, I feel
resentment. And honestly, that’s valid.
It’s time we stop minimizing what mothers go through.
It’s time we start talking about it.