When my son, Moses, came into the world in 2006, I expected to have another period of euphoria following his birth, much the way I had when my daughter was born two years earlier. Instead I was confronted with one of the darkest and most painfully debilitating chapters of my life. For about five months I had, what I can see in hindsight as postnatal depression, and since that time, I have wanted to know more about it.
Considering she has everything in the world, this may help other women to admit their feelings and let them know it's not their fault.
And the then 25-year-old Bryce suffered from daily breakdowns, the inability to go downstairs for a meal and lashing out at her family.
My husband began shooting a television series, and late evenings when he returned home, I would meet him at the door, shaking with fury, "I've hit the wall and gone through it, and I feel I am expected to go further." He would ask what he could do to help, but knowing there was nothing he could do, I screamed expletives at him, behavior he had never experienced in the seven years we had been together.
Sad. Glad they pulled through.
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