Today I made the decision to go to my doctor and have the talk about how I’m not myself. It was very difficult to admit I need help. I’ve been struggling with my second child... I had a very traumatic PP hemorrhage that has robbed me of many happy moments and almost took my life away. Most days I feel just blah.. some days I’m so anxious I’m physically ill.. I’m rarely happy. Which is terrible because I was such a happy, positive person before I hemorrhaged. I’m no longer going to let my trauma define my happiness. My doctor put me on Lexapro and I’ll be starting that tomorrow. Here’s to better, brighter days ☀️

Please feel free to share your PPD/anxiety stories. This is a group to open up and to seek help if needed.