In 2018, I gave birth to my second child, the world’s most perfect baby boy. He was healthy, he slept more than most babies, he ate exuberantly, he had beautiful blue eyes and wavy dark hair. I knew how lucky I was to conceive of and give birth to a healthy baby. In theory, everything was perfect. I SHOULD have been the happiest any human has ever been.
In July of 2018, I was diagnosed with postpartum depression. I was barely able to function. I had panic attacks more days than I didn’t. I cried all the time. Despite my amazing support system of family and friends, despite the therapy sessions, and despite medication, I continued to sink deeper and deeper. Almost exactly a year ago, I hit my lowest point, where I felt like I’d never see the light again.
A year later, I am the happiest I have ever been and I am truly lucky that this is where my story is now. Running has been a big part of that story.
I am running the Garry Bjorklund Half Marathon with the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention team both to celebrate my journey, but also to honor those people who are still so deep in the dark that they can’t see. Those people who sometimes feel like they have to fight to make it until tomorrow. You are brave and strong and extraordinary.