I’m Not Fine

There is a surface.

Calm and smooth. It reflects perfectly in the form of a smile or laugh.

It is unmarred by the swirling current of thoughts that rush just below, which have been veiled by opaque collectedness.

These currents pull at my heels and hands. My heart.

They know they will have me if that surface isn’t shattered.

 

I have been through this three other times and three other times I was okay. Smiling, laughing. But this time was different. I waited for the keel to level out and come back to center. It didn’t.

It hasn’t.

“What a beautiful family you have! Four! You really have your hands full but you look amazing for just having a baby! How are you doing?” All felt like polite insincerity. Remarks on a body and life that didn’t feel like my own.

“I’m fine” was my response. An unwavering smile for reassurance. Polite obscurity.

I started feeling worse. I was split in two. That surface that appeared whole and happy and the woman drowning just below it.  Surrounded by that beautiful family only to feel crushing loneliness, questioning friendships and relationships. Why haven’t they called? Why haven’t they visited? Why can’t they just text me? I needed help but no one knew and I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling. I would try to write but I couldn’t grasp the words that would rise and fall back down into my blurry mind. I would walk around my house in circles, not knowing what to do and feeling hopeless. I would look at my sweet baby nursing contentedly and only feel sadness. And I would cry. I was exhausted from crying and exhausted from trying not to cry. Exhausted from forcing myself to be happy.

I keep a lot to myself. I don’t break down and I don’t let many people in. I’m there for everyone else but I’m not sure if they really know who I really am or what I’m feeling. Sometimes I don’t even know.

But I broke down. I said I wasn’t alright. I’m not okay. I shouldn’t feel like this. My openness and vulnerability were met with dismissal.

It’s just hormones. It’s just stress, lack of sleep. Give it more time and you will be fine. Buck up and talk yourself into feeling better. There’s even a book you can read that lists 14,000 different things that should make you happy. best Forex broker

Because nobody wants to hear about how sad you are.

I know depression doesn’t happen in a day. It’s a slow walk down a path that only gets narrower and darker, leading you away from those people and things you love, until not even the path remains. Just your mind in smothering darkness. Very sickly self-indulgent, a terrible cycle of feeling sad about how incredibly sad you feel.

I didn’t ask for help again but I filled out the postpartum depression questionnaire at my six week check-up honestly. My doctor didn’t like what she saw.

Finally, a crack in the surface relieving the turmoil it was holding back.

I’m on my way to doing better. I still have bad days but they aren’t so despairing. The genuineness of my smile and laughs has returned. I’m trying to have at least one small accomplishment a day- even if it’s a load of laundry or planning a meal. Somedays this means just getting dressed and putting on makeup. But i’m trying to not let things compound and get the best of me.

This might not be very eloquent (or coherent) but I wanted to be truthful about why my words here have been lacking. Hopefully soon I can say with all honesty “I’m fine.”

 

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Monster Truck showdown!

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This guy turned four! He couldn’t choose between a TMNT cake or a monster truck one so I made both.

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He thought it was pretty rad.

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Little sister claimed these presents as her own.

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Happy fourth birthday to my big guy. You are so funny and kind and still give the best squeezy hugs ever. Love you.

Summer, Part Two. Or, After Walter (AW).

Pretend and real picnics in the front yard, lake swimming, bike riding and the loss of training wheels, rocket launches, a miniature steam engine trip, skateboarding. The arrival of a new brother. Our summer was spent close to home, especially since baby brother is mostly on the cranky side of things. Hence the lack of pictures of him in his natural habitat, which is comprised mainly of my arms and shoulder or any area that is safely within nursing distance.

But we did have lots of skinned knees and popsicles. And that’s what counts, right?

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Now it is back to school and farewell to another summer.

Walter

Walter Heinrich. Born on August 1st. Eight pounds, ten ounces and twenty-one inches long.DSC_8394

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I didn’t have the best experience giving birth to this guy and recovery has been slow but, no matter. He’s here.DSC_8385

And he has been surrounded with love.DSC_8353 DSC_8350  DSC_8530

Even if he is a skeptical grouch. He still isn’t too sure he likes it out here.DSC_8509  DSC_8544-copyDSC_8552DSC_8559-copyDSC_8693-copy

Winter

I am officially done with winter despite the snow all around and the freezing temperatures. The sun is shining and the birds are singing a different song. Things are starting to feel happier. I am, too.

Our Winter in pictures.

Supervising.

He asked Santa for a real dinosaur. This is as close as he could come.

She tapes up anything and everything.

Gus burned both of his hands very badly on the glass of our fireplace. He had mitten hands for quite a while. This didn’t stop him from figuring out a way to use the ipad, though.

And with snowflakes that stay on your nose and eyelashes, these were a few of my favorite things.

Here’s to Spring.

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