Postpartum Psychosisterhood

Welcome to the Postpartum Psychosisterhood

I am a survivor of postpartum psychosis (and a lover of puns). I am walking in solidarity with others who have experienced postpartum and perinatal difficulties.

About Me

My Story

I never knew I suffered from bipolar until giving birth at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic launched me into a manic/psychotic episode and I was hospitalized for five days. Due to COVID, I was not allowed to visit with my daughter, who was two weeks old at the time, or anyone else.

To raise funds and awareness for postpartum psychosis, I am walking.

I’ll be walking some miles alone, and reflecting about my journey with my mental health and the adventures of new motherhood.

I’ll be walking some miles with others to hear their stories about their own journeys, similar and different.

I’ll be blogging about my walks to reflect on my reflections, like the meta-mama I am.

How to Get Involved

Click the button below to visit my fundraising page for Action on Postpartum Psychosis: a UK-based support network for women who have experienced postpartum psychosis.

Walk with Me

Whether it’s in-person or over the phone, I’d love to talk to you while I walk and hear more about your stories related to the perinatal/postpartum time and/or your mental health journeys. (Or we can just chat about our dogs).

Read About my Walks

Follow along on my blog as I document the walks I take, the people who join me, the topics of our conversations, and helpful resources that are connected to those topics.

Back to the Beginning

It was two years ago today that we officially labeled what was happening to me as a problem. It was two years ago today that my mother FaceTimed me when I had just woken up from a nap. “How are you doing?” she asked, and I launched into a sermon.  “We’re doing great!” I shouted,…

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Don’t Miss the Flowers for the Freeze

It’s perhaps fitting that I last posted for New Year’s, and that I’m finally posting again just after Nowruz– the Persian New Year. I always felt that it was more natural to celebrate the new year with the arrival of spring. Spring is such a time for hope- new growth, new warmth, new babies. But…

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A New Year’s Resoulution

Few years in my life have felt as long as this one. Last year, on New Year’s, I declared that I’d had the hardest year of my life, and therefore I was the strongest I’d ever been. In the end, this proved to be true. Although I faced many familiar battles this year, I fought…

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