Postpartum Depression Quotes

“Postpartum depression makes you suddenly feel like a stranger to yourself, but knowing the clinical facts are the first step toward wellness.”
― Judy Dippel, Breaking the Grip of Postpartum Depression: Walk Toward Wellness with Real Facts, Real Stories, and a Real God

“There is hope in knowing this about postpartum depression: You are not the only one to experience this confining, crazy making inner chaos within yourself.”
― Judy Dippel, Breaking the Grip of Postpartum Depression: Walk Toward Wellness with Real Facts, Real Stories, and a Real God

“Apparently, as long as I continue to feed my children, there’s nothing wrong with me. A functional mom is one who can change a diaper and remember bedtimes. I’m not falling apart, so I’m fine.”
― Eda J. Vor, Fully Functioning: a postpartum descent into obsessive fangirling

“I admit I am an unnatural thing for not loving my child. But I hardly know my child. How can anyone love a thing that reveals nothing of itself. . . except for its unending screams?”
― Celine Loup, The Man Who Came Down the Attic Stairs

“كان عليّ أن أعيش هذا الاكتئاب لكي أجمع شظايا نفسي من جديد.”
― أليف شافاق

“Being a new mother is supposed to be the happiest time of your life, but postpartum depression and anxiety strip that away for a time, but trust that it will not last forever.”
― Judy Dippel, Breaking the Grip of Postpartum Depression: Walk Toward Wellness with Real Facts, Real Stories, and a Real God

“Love is the reason we grieve darling...and love is what will bring you back," Lindsay Gibson, Just Be”
― Lindsay Gibson, Just Be: How My Stillborn Son Taught Me To Surrender

“I want to kill you!!!’ said crazy mommy of newborn baby!”
― Steven Magee

“Postpartum depression and anxiety that 11-20% of women experience is not at all the same as the more commonly experienced 'baby blues' 80% of women experience for a few weeks.”
― Judy Dippel, Breaking the Grip of Postpartum Depression: Walk Toward Wellness with Real Facts, Real Stories, and a Real God

“Postpartum depression makes a woman feel like she is in the grip of something dreaded and dark, and it's scary. . . but she's likely ashamed to admit it because she can't explain it!”
― Judy Dippel, Breaking the Grip of Postpartum Depression: Walk Toward Wellness with Real Facts, Real Stories, and a Real God

“Claude was a sensitive soul; I couldn't say what I thought to him.

My thoughts were spiky with barbs of ugliness. I recognized the darkness in them but could say nothing about it to any of my family members.”
― Maddy Kobar, From Out of Feldspar

“Claude can't understand but his attempts to comfort me are endearing as they are frustrating. He is too kind to be reprimanded. He could have scolded me; many husbands in his place would have. For some reason, this gentle dove of a man will do no such thing. Instead, he pulls me into a protective embrace.”
― Maddy Kobar, From Out of Feldspar

“No," she says. "No, I can't. How can I? I've started seeing someone." My heart stops. "A counselor," she adds, and it starts beating again, relieved. Of course. Of course she wouldn't have a bloody affair. "Once a week. I go during work time so Theo doesn't know." So that's where she's neem going, and probably why she wasn't in the shop, and where she was driving to the other day. "But he'll want me to go to the GP and I'm- I'm worried they'll put me on meds and the meds will numb me. I already feel so numb, Noelle. And I'm scared. Of being that mother who needs pills to get through what's supposed to be one of the best things that ever happened to her. I'm a shit mother.”
― Lia Louis, Eight Perfect Hours

“After all, family dynamics aren’t independent clusters of choice and consequence, but rather a tapestry of intricately woven threads of action and reaction, passing over and under each other, knotting together time, emotion, and experience as one.”
― Cory Richards, The Color of Everything: A Journey to Quiet the Chaos Within

“Reconozco que soy una persona antinatural por no querer a mi hijo, pero apenas lo conozco. ¿Cómo puede alguien amar algo que no revela nada de sí mismo... excepto sus gritos interminables?”
― Celine Loup, The Man Who Came Down the Attic Stairs