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“But when you know better, you’re supposed to do better, not fiercely defend the old ways. Some more support, so that we can all navigate our way through processing our feelings and communicating effectively, even when under pressure, would solve so many issues. It has far-reaching consequences beyond Postnatal Depression. It is important for tackling domestic violence, alcohol addiction, and so many other big problems our society faces. But unfortunately, we have a large percentage of our population burying their heads in the sand. And that makes me sad.”
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
“bad. I don’t write this to shame anyone who has lamented to me how they might end up in the nuthouse and just how fucked up it would be to go to the same place I went. Gee, thanks for letting me know what a loser you think I am. Or to shame the person who was so rude to me to try to cut me down at a pitching event. Although she should feel a little ashamed. I write it more to get people thinking and to start a conversation about the way people really view mental illness rather than the PC things they think they’re supposed to. We cannot start actually addressing people’s true feelings about mental health if we’re in denial about them. People often can say they’re okay about mental health and that they’re totally understanding about all the issues, but if someone said to them that they might have depression, their reaction is often akin to being accused of being a racist. Part”
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
“Many women are depressed postnatally, not utterly disconnected or psychotic. They love their kids; they just have zero resilience left. They put that beautiful baby to bed and then lie on the kitchen floor, sobbing uncontrollably until the baby wakes again, or they vomit. They can’t sleep for fear something will happen to their baby. They can’t unwind because everything they do, they are sure it is somehow wrong and ruining that little baby’s life. That baby that they love more than anything. Essentially, it is exactly the same as the fears all mothers have but times that by ten and never ever switch it off, not even for a cup of tea. Women with PND are just like every other mother, just more so. We’re not scary, we don’t need to feel ashamed, and we need compassion and support. And even if you previously thought you couldn’t understand us, you really can because we’re just like you. The”
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
“Invisible prejudice now visible. Societal norms dictate that people with depression are not capable people. And people who seek intensive help for it are cowards and should just soldier on… poisoning everything they touch. Treatment is for the weak; anger and resentment is for the strong. People in our liberated time say how they can’t believe how patients, even as late as the 1970s, were subjected to horrific treatments.”
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
“Having anxiety is kind of like being “normal” but without the ability to shake things off as quickly. You worry about all the same things that other people do, but then you continue to worry. Then you question yourself, your integrity, and your very soul, until you are rolled up into a little ball and howling. Suffering from anxiety is just like normal life but more so. It’s amplified normal. It’s super normal. I’m pretty sure what I’m saying is that having anxiety makes you a superhero. Yeah. That’s it. That’s the point I’m making. We’re all fucking heroes. Although”
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
“This idealization of clinical perfection prevents us from being in the moment. It stops us from appreciating our experience as beautiful despite the “flaws” because, deep down, we are so ashamed of ourselves for not living up to these expectations of perfection that we can barely breathe. In”
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks
― Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks




