I suffer sometimes…I suffer from depression. It’s been so long that I forget when it started really. I know that after my first child, twenty-three years ago, I suffered from postpartum. After my second it was worse…they recommended I not have any other children. Those of you who read my blog regularly know that I have four children…two are technically step-children.
My mother suffered from postpartum after having me, and was incapacitated for the first four years of my life. I’m sure that heredity factors into all this…my grandmother suffered as did her father…he drank the family fortune away., so the story goes. I’m luckier my ancestors…better living through pharmaceuticals.