...I could stop worrying.
...I'd know when I will feel like me again.
...I could get some freaking sleep.
While we'd all like to find that four-leaf clover and enjoy a little Luck o'the Irish, wishing our troubles away doesn't really get us too far. Even on St. Patty's Day, just around the corner.
And oftentimes, wishes come as an expression of exasperation, frustration. "Why me?! I wish..."
And instead of moving toward feeling better, the wishing relinquishes yet another piece of control from your hands. Almost like telling yourself there's nothing you can do.
PPD is not a choice and as such, getting better is not just a decision to not have said PPD. If only.
But you can do way more than wish it away. You can choose to keep fighting, seeking treatment and support.
And if you're wishing you had someone to talk to, resources for treatment or a caring community of support, you're in luck. We're here.
