I hate unsolicited advice as much as the next person, but I get a little preachy when it comes to the mother-to-mother postpartum depression (PPD) gospel because the condition isn’t always what you think it is. Only in hindsight can I really see how PPD affected me in the grander scheme — not just on those acute days when I looked like Gollum, hair matted, huddled on the couch, pumping and binging Below Deck. While the completely-falling-apart period ended a couple of months after I gave birth, the PPD didn’t. It just shifted. Here’s what PPD looked like for me when I wasn’t falling apart.Ever...
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