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Hello, dear readers of Butterfly Confessions. Lauren of My Postpartum Voice here. I’ve recruited some of Addye’s friends to write posts for her blog while Addye babymoons with hear new little one. This letter is the first guest post and it’s written by the fabulous Susan of Learned Happiness. If you’d like to submit a guest post to be published while Addye is babymooning, email me at mypostpartumvoice (@) gmail with “For Butterfly Confessions” in the subject line!
Without further ado, I present Susan’s lovely words for Addye…..
My Dear Addye,
You and I have been friends for 3 years, now. And in that time, I have watched you transform into a wholehearted woman. You took chances with your life and made huge leaps of faith – faith in yourself more than any one person. You have learned to be honest with yourself about who you are and who you want to be. Your integrity has been hard-fought and is well-deserved. You honor me with your friendship.
You said when you married Bert and took his name that it was the beginning of a new life – one written by you and you alone. One that speaks to all you hold sacred and points to a fulfilling life with your family. And this baby? Is a part of that new life. I can see it in your eyes – in the way you look at him and hold him. I have experienced the hope brought by a new baby birthed in joy and a sense of calm. It renews the spirit. And I couldn’t have wished a better birth experience for you.
Remember that no matter how good your birth (or how much you love that amazing tiny man), having a newborn is a special kind of torture. The nights are long and the days are even longer. And no matter how happy you are, it’s okay to be exhausted. It’s okay to be emotional. And it’s okay to still need help. This is not a test of your spirit. You are not being graded on how gracefully you weather the fourth trimester. There will be beautiful moments and there will be unbearable ones. And your tribe? Will be standing beside you for both.
I hope with all of my heart that the darkness you fear is blotted out by your joy. But if it’s not, if it all becomes too much, you are armed and you are never alone.
With all my love,
I was winding up a relaxing catch up session with my cousin Addye D. late yesterday afternoon, when I happened to check my email and received the shock of a lifetime:
The parts I highlighted in bold were the only words I initially saw and the overwhelming shock that came with understanding what they meant led me to immediately close the email. After a few moments I passed the phone to my cousin and friend Stephanie and just sat there with my hand over my mouth in stupefied gratitude and shock.
When the shock had ebbed enough away for me to recover I re-opened the email, read it through, followed the links attached and was blown away when I saw the other moms who’d also been nominated…moms I knew. Mamas I had met only a year ago through their courage and transparent words on my computer screen…mamas who embraced me, encouraged me, talked with me, and walked with me through one of the darkest periods of my life. Mamas who became friends, confidants and some of my biggest supporters, mamas who comprise a fabulous army known as the #PPDChat Army on Twitter & Facebook. I was listed among these incredible women?! Again, I was overwhelmed with emotion and had to back away from the computer to process it all.
I couldn’t sleep last night because after my initial shock and emotions about being nominated subsided, there came the desire to want to be listed, to indeed be one of the 25 who make the list. After that came guilt and the thoughts that tried to rob me of the joy of this accomplishment: “Should I want to win?” “What is this some kind of popularity contest? Is this why you write? To win things, to make lists, to be recognized and applauded? A’Driane get a grip, girl! Stop being so vain,” the guilt laced thoughts screamed at me.
But this morning when I woke up, I didn’t feel anymore guilt because I understand why I want to be listed among these incredible women and I don’t think my reasons and desire make me a shallow, glory seeking hound.
I want to be listed because number one, it help me remember on the rough days that my transparency means something, that it’s more than just me sitting here spilling my guts on the internet. Practicing transparency is no easy task and it is by no means for the faint at heart. It takes courage to own your story, out loud, in black and white for the world to read and think what they may of it. You know how many people disparagingly told me I shouldn’t do this? That I shouldn’t share these kinds of details about my life? Do you know that no one in my family openly talks about depression or mental illness though it has affected several of us? I don’t do this solely for awards or to be applauded, or even to try and get thousands of page views. I do it because I want to change the dialogue about mental illness, especially among women and mothers. I do it because I want to be a voice, a person who helps others embrace their humanity by vocalizing mine.
I also want to be listed because black women suffer from postpartum depression too, as well as other minorities. It’s no secret that mental illness is a taboo subject among the black community and that the stigmas surrounding it are deeply entrenched, almost impermeable. But I’m trying to change that, and while you may think I’m pulling a race card here, I’m really not. Facts are facts. Blacks, Latinos, Asians and other races & cultures don’t talk about mental health and perinatal mood disorders. And if they aren’t talking about it, that means they aren’t seeking treatment if they are suffering. There needs to be more awareness, more open, shame-free dialogue and more healthy, strong starts for mothers of color and their children. Part of why I’m fighting my way through college right now is so I can become a licensed clinical social worker & therapist to make this happen on a professional level, advocating and pushing for effectual change. Women of color need better resources both online and in their communities. I want to be an online resource they can come to for support and an encouraging virtual bear hug when they need it. I just want to do my part, and being listed in a community that boasts over 6 million moms can maybe help these women of color find what they need.
So do I want to be listed among the awesome? Do I want you to vote for me? Do I feel guilty or shameful about asking you to? Yes, yes, and no, I don’t. Don’t think of it as voting for me, a person. When you cast your vote for me and the other mamas listed think of it as helping to erase the shame and stigma surrounding mental illness. Think of it as helping to give mamas and their kiddos a strong, healthy start. Don’t we all deserve that?
Speaking of the awesome, DUDE-PLEASE check out all the blogs listed and VOTE for them! I’ve been voting for everyone 🙂 Why? Every single one of these mamas has shown so much courage and strength by giving in to vulnerability and letting you see their struggles and triumphs. Reward their wholeheartedness and leave them encouraging comments, let them know you support what they’re doing and that it’s not in vain. To see the list of blogs nominated and to vote you can click on the badge to the right under “Honored!” or click this link: http://www.circleofmoms.com/top25/top-postpartum-depression-mom-blogs-2012 Voting lasts until February 21, 2012 and you can vote for your favorites once a day every day 🙂
Congrats to all the mamas who have been nominated!!!!!!!!!
And God…you continue to amaze me. Thank you for being so faithful and just plain AWESOME.
- Who’s at Risk for Postpartum Depression? (everydayhealth.com)
- The Perils of Postpartum Depression (drewstarr.wordpress.com)
- Postpartum Depression: It Doesn’t Just “Happen” to White Women (butterfly-confessions.com)
I can’t begin to tell you how good it felt to wake up this morning and not have a near panic attack that tomorrow is Monday. I’m currently on Fall Break from school so that means no classes tomorrow or Tuesday for this mama. To be honest, I really only get one day because
- the weekend doesn’t count (those are always “breaks”)
- I only take classes on Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays
- Alex is home with me on Tuesdays & Thursdays
Confession: School has officially taken over my life. I feel like I’ve been sucked into some kind of black hole. I expected to have a lot of work to do, but I didn’t expect to be so….submerged. Trying to keep up with the outside world is surprisingly tough. And you throw the kids in the mix, having to be an engaged and active parent….and the days just start running together. Time is flying by and my energy drains much faster these days.
I’ve been doing well for the most part trying to balance everything…I just miss blogging. I’ve got to find a way to balance that part better and keep writing.
BREAKING NEWS: “Dance Party Fridays” & “Self-Love Saturdays” will be returning this coming week! I was told last night by a very amazing friend that I needed to end my little hiatus and get back to shaking my groove thang & my blogging format, and I agreed. I’m ready to get back on the horse and continue the ride. Juggling blogging, school, LIFE, motherhood & mental health shenanigans won’t be easy, but hey, that’s why I can blog about it all here, right? Right. So yes. Get ready, cause I’ve got some pretty cool songs lined up to dance to!
Until then, here’s a quote to inspire you & me to keep digging deep, shedding our tangles, owning our stories & SPEAKING OUT:
”I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.” – C.S. Lewis
And a video to help me keep my head up & sing as I continue to get over my break up. Co-parenting with an ex who you still haven’t gotten over is no easy feat, people. But I’m doing it. I’ve been taking the pain of it in stride this month…or rather in dancing 🙂 They say “time heals all wounds,” so here’s my theme song as October approaches…..
Ok so I’m sure every blogger at some point in their blogging journey experiences blogging envy. You know where your insecurities make you stalk other blogs’ content, designs, etc and try to convince you that your own blog sucks the big wad? That what you’ve got in your little blogging corner of the digital world ain’t cutting the mustard, so to speak.
At least I can be honest and say it’s happened to me, especially this summer as I stepped further into the “Mommy Blogging” universe. And by stepping further I mean reading some of the really famous ones and those on the “Top 50” “Top 100” lists those parenting websites generate to
feed your insecurities to tell you who’s worth checking out. Even when it comes to those that are PPD related, man, there are some INCREDIBLE mamas out there who are rocking it and kicking PPD & it’s stigma in the arse on the daily with every word they type. I admire these women. I’ve even envied them for fleeting moments. And I’ve sat back, looked at my blog and wondered: where do you fit? and when are you just going to bite the bullet and get a design that identifies your “brand”?
See how I just used the word “brand?” That’s the social media consultant in me speaking. The business side of me that’s been doing blogs for other clients, who understands all the SM mumbo jumbo (ie SEO, Metrics,Branding Identity, etc) and has been using those critical eyes to view my little space here.
I think what the question I’ve been asking myself is: where do I belong in the blogosphere? What’s my niche? Why do I do this? What’s the purpose? I don’t have a great design. Or ads. I’m not syndicated on BlogHer. I’ve never been to a blogging conference. I don’t chat with the ‘who’s who’ of the Mommy Blogosphere on Twitter. I’m a mama who wasn’t diagnosed with or in treatment for PPD til my youngest was a month shy of 12 months. And I’m a mama who now is realizing that while I may have had PPD, I was experiencing symptoms of BPD2 & anxiety before I was pregnant. I’m also a Christian but I don’t always talk about my faith-if anything I talk about how much I struggle & muddle my way through it, so I’m definitely not one of those Christian bloggers who has amazing insight & can build you up with truths revealed to them. I’m working on rebuilding my self-esteem and my body image sucks-I care about those issues and how they impact myself & other women but I don’t want to just blog about that….and sometimes I feel like my blog meanders, kind of up & down depending on my mood which might be too much or too confusing for people.
But you know what I realized? Why I stopped envy and my blogging identity crisis dead in it’s tracks? What made me take off the consultant glasses I was viewing myself, my writing with? I’m not the labeling type. Categories & boxes are not what I fit myself easily into. I never have. I’m not stereotypical. I love diversity & variety too much. My closest friends have always said I’m like Baskin Robbins-only with more flavors. I don’t like being told I have to be this way or be like this person. I never dress in season, shoot while I like trends, I never even know what to buy-I just wear what I like. One day that may be a pair of chucks with a funked out graphic tee, the next it could be a pair of ankle boots from Aldos with a stilletto heel. It just depends on my mood.
I’m nerdy. I’m a goofball. I’m a music junkie. I’m eccentric. I’m a Jesus chick. I’m up and other days I’m down. I’m a mama. I’m only 28 but I’ve been through abuse in every shape & form and have seen some things growing up I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I’m trying to recover from a self-esteem that has always struggled to stay on the healthy side and I’m just now wrapping my head around & getting treatment for something I have to live with for the rest of my life. I’m the chick who never fit in and yet I still at 28 find myself trying to wiggle my way into networks or circles or groups of “friends”…this latest case being blogging.
I’m a myriad of alot of things, as am most people. And while I understand from a “branding” perspective I should focus on maybe just one thing-dude, are you kidding me? I just told you I’m bipolar-my attention span is like…nil, ok? (laugh) So I’ve realized for me, that just like what I say in my Who ? section (which I’m sure could use some work,but I suck at trying to be witty while writing my own bio) this blog is where I write about my life. That’s my niche. My life. And all the dimensions, nuances, corners, shelves & closets of it. Being transparent about my life. That’s my niche, because in my heart of hearts, I want to help people. Encourage people. Talk to people. I love people, even when I’m struggling to have faith in them.
So yes, my blog may be random, it may cover several topics, so if “one size fits all” subject matter is what you’re looking for, you’re just not going to find it here. And finally, after weeks of wrestling with that, and letting my insecurities telling me I have to be like blogger so & so or only talk about X, I’m at peace with it. I may not be in with the “in crowd” in the blogosphere or the daunting universe that is the world of Mommy Blogging. But I’m in and okay with me and what I write about, good or bad.
I hope, that if you’re a reader here, that you are too. And that you at least get something out of what I spill here.
Ever suffer from blogging envy or have a blogging identity crisis? Struggle with the concept of “branding?” Does the term “Mommy Blogger” or the frantic pace of the Mommy Blogosphere seem overwhelming to you too? Why do you write? Feel free to share 🙂
I can’t settle on a theme for my blog…not for this one or my other one (http://thebrokenbeautymovment.com/)…I read so many other awesomely amazing blogs by other mommas and fellow bloggers and get so disgusted with the blandness of mine…
I want something quirky, fun, pleasing to look at, something that reflects the voice and life of my blogs as well as my personality. So far I haven’t found that with WP’s themes, free or otherwise.
So maybe, just maybe, it’s time to invest, to find a designer and create something I’ll be satisfied with…
Anyone know of any?