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
Donate
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.
Learning to be Happy
It’s been over a year since I last blogged, when I had the intention of documenting my experiences with ECT. My grand plan was to write after every treatment: to track my moods and document small improvements until I could finally look back and see the enormous impact it had on my life. The good…
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Finding Certainty
I should have learned by now not to jinx things. That if I talked about how smoothly ECT was going some force somewhere would laugh in my face for acting so certain, so confident, that things were working out. Because the very next night after my first treatment I started to feel feverish, with chills…
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Seizing the Day
The hardest part of today was getting in the elevator. ECT is administered in the same building where I was hospitalized during my first manic episode. As I pressed the down button, I could faintly see a group gathering in the cafeteria down the hall, getting ready to eat their breakfast. I remembered the first…
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