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Twins and Coffee Friday Chat
Well, the time is here again. And I can’t lie, I can’t remember the days of the week anymore. If I wasn’t writing them down on my daily to-do sheets, I’d be a goner, lol!
But I’ve been reminded that today is Thursday (I write these posts on Thursdays so I can publish on Friday) and I feel like this week has literally flown by.
Might be because it’s been a fairly great week. Nothing monumental, like Kendall climbing the cat tree last week, happened. At least so far. It is only noon on Thursday as I write this!
If you’ve been following along on social media, however, you’ve probably noticed I’ve been real heavy with the Maternal Mental Health content this week. This is a topic so very near to my heart, and I am so happy that I am able to open my heart and share my experiences with you all.
I’ve always made it my mission to use my platform I’ve built to spread awareness around the things near to me, like mental health and body positivity. It feels so surreal at times that I, my little self, am able to use my voice to make a difference in other’s lives. That my stories help other moms who are in the same situations I’ve been in, come out, and thrive.
I cannot begin to express what an amazing feeling it is when I receive your messages that you finally made a therapy appointment, decided to get help, and spoke up for yourself.
To me, it is so worth it to share such vulnerable stories. If I can help one other mama who is in the same situation, my job is done.
I’ve included a few of my favorite #MMHWeek2020 posts in this Friday Chat and I hope they impact you like they have myself.
Twins and Coffee Friday Chat:
This post means SO much to me. It is a very heavy post, so keep that in mind. I openly discuss my mental health journey postpartum, how I overcame being turned away over and over, leading up to finally getting the help I needed.
This post of DIY Mother’s Day ideas has been going WILD! It’s not too late to get one of these crafts put together!
And then another recent favorite of mine went crazy on social media. This is one of my favorite posts I’ve ever written.
It also looks like ya’ll are getting into the summer camping spirit! A few of my camping with toddler posts have kicked up. Check out this one. It is written from the point of a very much FAILED experience with my one year old twins!
Best of Social Media:
This post taking off didn’t surprise me at all. You all had something lovely to say, and honestly, I really love all the support we shared.
This was the post I kicked off #MMHWeek2020 with and I love this caption.
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"Hi, my name is _____ and I am struggling. Can you help me?". That conversation was one of the hardest to form the words for. I tried many times before this last time, last March. The first time was about three months postpartum. I was struggling hard. I was sobbing every day. My thoughts scared me. I wasn't connecting with my newborn twins. I wasn't sleeping. I had cut everyone out of my life. Every day around 4 I became a mess, collapsing on the kitchen floor with my head in my hands praying for it to get better. I was positive I was struggling with Postpartum Depression. But I was terrified to call it what it was. One day, though, I mustered up the courage to call my OB's office and schedule an appointment. I sobbed through my words, asking for help. They scheduled me an appointment for a week later. "Not soon enough", I thought, but I can manage. I know I can. Two days before my appointment, the office called. They told me I was past the postpartum window to be able to be seen by them and that they would find me someone else. They never called back. I got worse. I picked up smoking again. Something I quit before becoming pregnant with my twins. I became really good at masking. Pretending to be OK. Made a few friends. But still collapsed behind closed doors. Eventually, I found the courage again a few months later. I called my therapist before having the twins and scheduled an appointment. I scheduled care for my twins. Made it to the appointment. I opened up about my darkest thoughts. My kitchen meltdowns. Everything. She told me I was too far along to have postpartum depression. It felt like I had hit a brick wall. How could I possibly be feeling SO bad? So so bad. But not have any answers. I wasn't even a year postpartum at this point. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Like someone had sucked all of the air out of my chest. I didn't want to ask for help again. I didn't want to speak up again. Something no one seems to talk about is just how HARD it is to advocate for your mental health when you are your own worst enemy. Motherhood is not black and white. You are not crazy. And you are worth fighting for. #MMHWeek2020 #MakingOverMotherhood
Over on Facebook, you guys really loved answering my questions this week! I’ll be putting together some content with all of your recommendations!
This post made me laugh SO hard
Trending Social Media Stories:
Get ready to die.
If you aren’t following @katiemcrewnshaw on social media, you should change that today.
And I’ll leave you with this wonderful story for this weekend’s Mother’s Day
If you want to read some more amazing stories about mental illness in motherhood, check out the hashtag >> #FacesOfPMAD and read some incredible stories.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and a very Happy Mother’s Day!