I very wise Father in Heaven suggested that I ask for help when dealing with my depression and he was right. I was reminded of this last night at 1:30 am. I was suddenly awake. I was scared and feeling a bit along. I texted my mom, who is currently out of town and asked her to be my person. I asked her to call, email or text me on a regular basis. Just check in. Ask me about the kids, ask me about me, ask me anything. I told her I was going to pretend I hadn't asked for this but I knew that this was something that needed to be done.
Guess who called me this morning just to chat. We chatted about my grandparents, who she is currently visiting. We chatted about our upcoming family vacation. We chatted about kids and why I was having a hard time. Funny thing is I really don't know. I have been doing pretty well. Why is now suddenly my PPD rearing its head? I don't know. Sure I could guess - there is a lot going on right now but I am not going to worry about that right now. I am here. I am reaching out. I am sharing my story with others. Maybe I will find other moms struggling. Maybe there is one random woman who is looking for my ramblings. Who knows...all I know is today is another day.
