Guest Post: Postpartum Depression – Falling Down Little Cracks
Perhaps she wrote this description for Those Who Don’t Know, but perhaps too she wrote it for Those Who Do Know.
Perhaps she wrote this description for Those Who Don’t Know, but perhaps too she wrote it for Those Who Do Know.
Tabitha writes: “For being off grid, we live pretty normal lives. I do my laundry on sunny days when there is enough solar power to run the well pump…”
Danette Martin writes: “You’ve been on my mind ever since I heard the news of your dad’s engagement. Twenty-four years ago, I was in your shoes.”
Rachel Zimmerman writes, “I am a mother, after all. When the ‘secondary infertility’ phrase rolls off my tongue, I often feel like a fraud.”
Evelyn Hershberger shares a piece of poetry celebrating her daughter and grieving her mother. If only the two could meet, full circle!
Bethany Engbretson writes: “You know you have cabin fever when you lose track of how much coffee has been consumed and all you feel is slightly delirious.”
Anita Yoder writes: “It goes both ways, but if you know a single in your church, think about how you could let her feel like she matters and belongs.”
Regina S writes, “That’s when I want the earth to swallow me up. Not because I’m embarrassed or ashamed but because I just don’t like being stared at.”
Anna Martin writes, “As fall faded into winter, I crossed the halfway date in pregnancy. But the pounds piled up faster than the weeks.”
Sarah Beiler shares her experience of secular college, and rejoices in what she learned along the way.