Poem from a Mom with Postpartum Depression & Anxiety

Arriving on Christmas day with those beautiful pink chubby cheeks and eyes of curiosity…. So tiny, so beautiful, this life filled baby squirming, watching, anticipating. A new life… what mother could ask for more. Ten little fingers, ten little toes, a beautiful healthy baby girl. Home from the hospital it all feels surreal, this baby to treasure. We celebrate she’s here! What happened next, I wish I understood. Oh if I could. Darkness and fear have settled in. It’s all too much where do I begin? Postpartum they call it and promise it won’t last. It’s been twelve weeks. I just want my mind back. Overwhelmed, my mind's always racing, It never ends the organizing, cleaning, pacing. Bursts of energy, thoughts that race, If I could slow down just long enough to concentrate. Tears fall sporadically night and day… Can someone please take this pain away? Doctors prescribe meds and...