In my last post I shared my own background in regards to depression. Today we fast-forward another five years and we get to 2012.
It's been a difficult couple of years, with much blessing sprinkled in the tough times. God is so incredibly good. Mikail's birth, prognosis, diagnosis, therapies, Olivia's birth, colic, my mastitis, Olivia's (possible) asthma issues etc.
It all came to head about three weeks after I
Three weeks after starting the medication and talking to the Post Partum Nurse, and making some changes in how our lives were going, we noticed an improvement. Praise God.
It's hard work, this depression thing. But it's worth the hard work that goes into climbing out of that crevasse. The rope (medication) I am using to pull myself up is only a part of me getting better. I have new coping strategies. Well, i knew most of them, I had just forgotten them. I had forgotten 'me' in the equation of having a young family. More on those strategies another day.