The Silent Elephant in the Room: Breaking the Stigma of Postpartum Depression

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Here laid a love I certainly never knew

Hair of such beauty, eyes so very blue.

As the tears started to flow, not only just a few.

No breaks to be had, as more came running thru.

In and out people came,

To see you, to see me

All, needing to be near you and your beautiful name.

They asked, the question many times,

More times than I could count,

“Oh Honey what has only gone awry?”

No answer I had, truly having no clue.

After all, the nurses swore,

It was only just a little case of “baby blues”

Little by little, I fell further and further

To scared to speak out,

Just to much to talk about.

My house was no longer my home,

But only a prison,

After all, no one was even there to listen.

The days turned into nights,

And the nights turned into days,

Sleep was so far away,

To much to even touch, in far to many ways.

The burden of me, became the guilt of my heart, you see.

Thru it all, somehow my beautiful child still wanted only me.

My identity slowly fading

I am no longer my husbands lover,

Only just a mother!

Slowly fading more and more,

do anything to keep from feeling,

Because feeling meant dealing, and dealing was oh so unappealing.

This kind of depression has a oh so silent name,

I can see now, that many women, feel EXACTLY the same!

The elephant in the room,

So boldy locked me down in this feeling of only doom.

No support to be heard of,

Not even concern,

Family and friends, all gone,

With no sight of return.

To weak to call out,

I think I am finally just to full of doubt.

The pain of the sorrow, sings to my soul,

Today, I have finally come to see my final goal!

The sun shined,

As my soul finally glistened,

I am now no longer confined.

My pain finally gone,

I hope my legacy, will always live on.