Postpartum Anxiety

This time last year I thought I was going to die.  If I wasn’t going to die I thought one of my kids would. The winter months were frozen with fear of getting sick, then dying. It was awful.  I wasn’t sleeping much and my hormones were a mess. It also turns out that I was clueless about postpartum anxiety.

Last February my low point collided with a moment of long approaching clarity.

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