I care because I was the one in seven new moms who would suffer from a perinatal mood and anxiety disorder (PMAD). The one in seven who would experience her darkest days at a time when she expected to experience her brightest joy. I care because I want every mother who is struggling to know that there is hope and she can get better. I care because I don’t want any other mother to go through what I did. I care because I want you to know you are a good mother and there is help out there.

Sharing my story and advocating for maternal mental health has been very therapeutic for me. It has become a way for me to turn my negative experience into a positive. Every time a fellow mom thanks me I feel a little stronger. I hope we can continue to build a strong network to better support all new moms and families who are affected by PMAD’s.

The human species is the only species whose offspring is absolutely dependent on their mothers or caretakers during their first years of life. The ONLY species. Yet, we are also the only ones who develop intelligence and consciousness. Isn’t that interesting?

On a beautiful, full moon February night, after a 14-hour labor, Alana was born. From the get go, she was strong-willed, determined little girl. She came into this world ready to soak it all in. I was committed to nursing her and must say that by week 10, I was ready to give up. I made an emergency phone call to La Leche League and the woman who answered my cry for help just told me “hang in there, it will get easier, I promise”. And it did. Except that Alana would not take a paci, a bottle, or anything that was not my breast. She also refused to nap in her crib.

After months of sleep deprivation and a move to Los Angeles, I was completely depleted. By 8 months she finally slept through the night but at this point, I had lost my ability to fall asleep. I was up all night with racing thoughts. Every day I dreaded another sleepless night ahead. Days became months and I ended up being diagnosed with anxiety disorder and depression. I felt trapped in this very dark tunnel, surviving every day and thinking I would never come out of it. There was absolutely no way a pill was going to save me.

I did everything I was advised. Started working out, took my medication, modified my diet, went to psychotherapy. Every night I promised my little girl I would get better for her. A couple months later, I gradually started feeling better.

Postpartum depression is a very real, very serious illness. It happens to many more women than we know of because there is still a lot of taboo around it and many women just go through it silently. I believe no woman should ever go through this and the fact that it happens more and more is a red flag that, as a society, we are doing something really wrong.

Human beings - Homo Sapiens - have existed for approximately 200,000 years. It has only been the last 10 thousand years, since the advent of agriculture, that we stopped being tribal nomads and the family unit began. Over 90% of our existence we lived in tribes. The concept of personal property hardly existed. Almost everything was shared. Women supported each other in their role of mothers. Together, they raised  the children of the tribe.

I believe we are in lack of this support today. We are putting all the expectations we once had on a tribe, into one person - our husband/wife - and this is very unrealistic.A woman should not have to endure months of sleep deprivation because she refuses to sleep train her child.I believe PPD can be prevented. There needs to be more awareness and our society needs to know that mothers must have all the support they need, especially during that first year with their newborn.My heart aches for all those mothers out there who are struggling. I want them to know that IT WILL PASS but they must seek and accept help. We are mothers, not Super Heroes. And we are learning this beautiful role as we go.

Mi nombre es Carolina y soy la madre afortunada de dos increíbles, sanos y felices hijos. Hoy dia, mi hija tiene 7 y mi hijo tiene 5. Las noches interminables sin dormir se acabaron y parecen muy lejanas. Hoy puedo ver a dos personitas únicas con sus propias personalidades e infinidad de posibilidades frente a ellos. Parece increíble que por tanto tiempo fueron 100% dependientes en mi.

La especie humana es la única en la que sus críos son absolutamente dependientes en su madres durante los primeros años de vida. Al mismo tiempo, somos los únicos que desarrollamos inteligencia y conciencia. No es esto interesante?

En una bella noche de luna llena en Febrero, despues de 14 horas de trabajo de parto, Alana llegó. Desde el inicio, fue una niña enérgica, alegre pero con carácter fuerte. Llegó a este mundo lista para absorberlo todo. Yo no estaba preparada para el huracán que de repente llegó a nuestro hogar! Me comprometí a darle pecho por un año pero, a la semana 10, debo confesar que estaba lista a darme por vencida. Hice una llamada de emergencia a “La Leche League” y la mujer que me atendió me dijo: “está a punto de convertirse más fácil, te prometo, no te rindas!”. Y así fue.. Excepto que Alana no aceptaba un chupo, una mamadera ni nada que no fuera mi pecho! También se rehusaba a dormir en su cuna…

Luego de meses sin dormir y una mudanza a Los Angeles, me encontraba totalmente exhausta. Finalment, a los 8 meses, Alana empezó a dormir toda la noche, pero a este punto, yo había perdido la capacidad de conciliar el sueño. Pasaba las noches en vela y mil cosas terribles pasaban por mi mente. Los días se convirtieron en meses y fuí diagnosticada con ansiedad y depresión. Me sentía atrapada en este túnel oscuro, sobreviviendo cada día y pensando que nunca saldría de aquello.Busqué ayuda psiquiátrica e hice todo lo que me recomendaron. Empecé a hacer ejercicio, modifiqué mi dieta, asistí a psicoterapia. Cada noche, le prometía a mi niña que me iba a mejorar por ella. Gradualmente, un par de meses después empecé a sentirme mejor.

La depresión post-parto es una enfermedad real y seria. Le pasa a muchas más mujeres de las que sabemos porque aun existe mucho tabú y estigma sobre el tema y muchas mujeres la sufren en silencio. Pienso que ninguna mujer debería pasar por esto y el hecho de que sucede mas y mas es una alerta roja de que como sociedad, estamos haciendo algo muy mal.

Los seres humanos - Homo Sapiens - existimos hace aproximadamente 200,000 años. Y solo en los últimos 10,000 años, desde el advenimiento de la agricultura, dejamos de vivir en tribus y se estableció la unidad familar. Mas del 90% de nuestra existencia vivimos en tribus. El concepto de propiedad personal no existía. Casi todo era compartido. Las mujeres se apoyaban unas a otras en su rol de madres. Juntas, criaban a los hijos de la tribu.

Pienso que hoy dia existe gran carencia de esta clase de apoyo. Ponemos todas las expectativas, que algun dia teniamos en la tribu, en una sola persona: nuestra pareja, y esto es poco realista. Una mujer nunca debería padecer meses de privación de sueño porque se rehusa a “entrenar” a su bebe a que duerma solo. Pienso que la DPP puede ser prevenida. Debe existir mas conciencia y nuestra sociedad debe saber que las madres deben tener todo el apoyo que necesitan, especialmente durante el ese primer año de vida con su bebé. My corazón sufre por todas aquellas madres que están padeciendo. Quiero que sepan que ES PASAJERO pero deben buscar y aceptar ayuda. Somos madres, no Super Héroes y estamos aprendiendo este hermoso rol sobre la marcha.

I tell myself today that I should have known, should have sought treatment sooner, but all I saw was my baby’s illness and didn’t realize that my depression and anxiety were probably contributing to it. After denying my illness for eight months, I finally came to realize that something was very wrong, and to ensure my own health and the health of my family, I had to do something about it. My sister had found out about the Postpartum Resource Center of New York and I decided to join their support group. Their program, called the Circle of Caring, was an eight-week program dedicated to women struggling with PPD. This group and its co-founder, Sonia Murdock, were instrumental in my recovery. I eventually became a facilitator for the Resource Center for a group of survivors of PPD. I also began doing other volunteer work at the Center including becoming team leader of the Advocacy Team, and I came to feel that I had suffered with PPD for a reason, to help other women who were suffering.

After I began teaching for a Physician Assistant Program, I began to lecture my students about PPD and to also tell them my story so they would know that it affects all kinds of women from all different backgrounds, and also to ensure that they were screening their patients for PPD and that the next generation of clinicians would know more than the last. The response from my students has always been overwhelming. PPD becomes more than just another disease to learn about, more than just another diagnosis to make. It takes on the face of their instructor and mentor and it means more; it becomes real.

Recently I had to find a baby picture of my son for a school event. I found a picture of him at about 6 months old, nestled in my arms and I was actually smiling. I remember thinking to myself, “I don’t remember smiling at all that first year”. How sad a thought; that my only reminiscences of that year are ones of sorrow and despair. I had wanted that baby so badly, had suffered through two miscarriages to have him, but I couldn’t remember smiling much his first year of life. If someone offered me a million dollars to relive that year, I would tell them thanks, but no thanks. I never want any other mother to feel that way after having her baby. That’s why I care.

By the grace of God, with treatment and attending the Circle of Caring, I got better. My family and I have flourished in the years following my recovery and I have been privileged to work with a group of volunteers that dedicate their lives to helping other mothers like me. Many of them share similar stories and the bond we share having gone through this illness is an unbreakable one. We do it because we care.

It is essential that women experiencing PPD know that it is not their fault, that there is help available to them, and that they will get better. Prompt diagnosis and treatment is imperative to ensure the health of mother, baby, and family. That’s why I care.

While going through this, I felt like I was “crazy” – I had a beautiful daughter and everything I wanted, why was I so unhappy? I saw other moms while I was running errands or bringing my daughter to library classes or to check-ups - they all looked so happy. Why wasn’t I happy? I had exactly what I wanted - a beautiful, smart and healthy daughter!

After suffering with the feelings of guilt, disappointment and frequent crying for months, I finally admitted to myself that the way I wasn’t ok - this wasn’t me. This was the beginning of my recovery. I opened up to my family and reached out to the “Mother’s Circle of Hope” support group. I also started therapy and reading books written by other mothers who also had postpartum depression. I found great comfort as I read each book and at each meeting I attended. I learned that I wasn’t alone and that many women understood how I felt.

After seeking help, I eventually got better and felt more like myself. I started a new hobby that I always wanted to try, I made more of an effort to see friends and do things for myself. I slowly began to “forgive” myself and allow myself to “let go” of the disappointing experience and began to realize that even though it wasn’t what I planned, it was ok. My daughter was fine…and I would be too.

When I was pregnant with my second daughter, my husband and I were both very excited but I was also fearful of having postpartum depression again. I wanted to try breastfeeding again, but was also fearful that I would have a difficult time. Someone told me about postpartum doulas, and I was sold on the idea! I immediately started researching doulas and I was so lucky to find the most amazing person to help when my second daughter was born - she was also a lactation consultant and trained about postpartum depression. She was with my family from when my daughter was 3 weeks - 3 months old. She was amazing and I tell everyone how wonderful she was. She was a huge help and definitely helped me manage those difficult first months with two children.

Now that I am better, I want to give back and help those mothers who feel alone, who feel like “failures” and feel like these feelings will never go away. I want them to see that they WILL be better and that the way they feel isn’t their fault. I care because I WAS exactly where other women are right now and want to help them feel the comfort I felt while hearing other women’s stories. This is why I am volunteering with the Postpartum Resource Center of New York. They are such a wonderful resource for mothers and families - I am proud to be a part of this organization.

Bridget Croteau - Mrs. Suffolk County America 2015

All the pain, sadness, and anger is now healed and has giving me such joy, peace and compassion. Having overcome my own personal experience with postpartum depression, I discovered a passion and purpose for supporting mothers as a post-partum doula. As a mother of two, I personally understand that each pregnancy and postpartum experience is unique and ever changing. My personal experience as a mother and my professional experience as a post-partum doula has helped to magnify and enhance my growth, passion and desire to assist women with overcoming obstacles and issues related to womanhood and being a mother utilizing a nurturing, hands-on and loving approach.

Initially, I set out to be a play therapist and during this time, I mistakenly discovered the existence post-partum doulas and instantly connected with this profession. Post-partum doulas provide direct care at a time that is one of the most crucial, when the baby is here! Moms are provided assistance to help with the transition from carrying a baby to being a parent, as well as, receiving information, education, companionship, compassion, and non-judgmental support during the post-partum trimester. I've been professional supporting postpartum mothers since 2012 which includes breastfeeding support, yoga for ppd and healthy eating. The most rewarding part of being a post-partum doula is having the ability to make a difference in a mother knowing that my gentle one-on-one approach, personalized attention, and holistic philosophy encourages her to embrace and make efforts attempting with new approaches, to release her fears and be the best mother she can be. Now I get to work with a rainbow of post-partum women like yourself to empower you to understand and heal in your life as a mothers and woman, which supports other roles you may play in this life.

Choose Happiness, Winter Parris
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I had my second child and when I found out I was having my second I fell into a deep depression, yet again another happy moment hidden in my darkness, in my emptiness and loneliness. After having my second nothing changed. I was still feeling empty and at this point I would just think I was crazy. My ob gyn made me feel crazy. I was told I was stressed and to take a break, HA! I hit a wall and hit it hard, and I found myself contemplating taking my own life. At that point my husband and I knew it wasn’t the “baby blues” and that it was much more.

I finally found a compassionate medical provider that assisted me and helped me figure out that I wasn’t crazy that something was medically wrong with me and that I could be helped. Throughout my healing process, I cried a lot, this time because I realized that I didn’t have to go through all I went through alone, that there were people who could help me.

When suffering from a PMAD (perinatal mood and anxiety disorders) everyone should realize that they aren’t alone, that they aren’t crazy that so many women suffer from this. It shouldn’t be a stigma to ask for help. As children we are taught “Sharing is Caring”. What happened to that motto? We should still live with that motto sharing information is caring!!!

So many lives can be spared from this horrible feeling of being alone; no one should feel like they are alone in a world of over 7 billion people.

This is why I care to share my story for moms and families and why I volunteer and support the mission of the Postpartum Resource Center of New York. You are not alone. There is help and hope from recovering from a perinatal mood and anxiety disorder. I invite you to join with me in sharing your story so together we will break the silence. Sharing is Caring!

Julissa Zambrano - Mrs. Nassau County, New York

I care because I cannot fathom seeing another person ask this question when there are definable answers and solutions!

The more information we gain, the more conversation we need and the greater chance that we, as a society, will mitigate the depth of a woman’s postpartum depression and aid in a much quicker recovery, to a life and a whole-self that she knows, wants and is entitled to.

I care so, I am a volunteer of the Postpartum Resource Center of New York!

I care because I am a birth doula, “a woman who serves.” A role that is at times underestimated but at all times necessary. I provide expecting mothers emotional, mental and physical support on a journey and path they call their own and that will have profound results for generations to come.

I have learned and witnessed first-hand how vital proper pre and post-natal knowledge are to a mother and her growing “tribe.” How the right support and right information can change the whole landscape of someone’s life.

Each day, women all across America are ushered into THEIR birth with a lack of this knowledge,
self-confidence or sense of control. Stripped of their unique identity, held hostage by policy and
non-evidence based information and then, tragically left alone, silently holding the pieces of something they had not anticipated or even prepared for.

The education must start BEFORE conception.

Renée Pizzuto is a mother of three, a Certified Holistic Birth Doula and Breastfeeding Counselor supporting expecting families through prenatal education, labor and postnatal preparation. Renée is the Postpartum Resource Center of New York's Project 62™ Staten Island Team Leader.

I care because every woman and her tribe deserves a healthy and happy life.

During this pregnancy we moved due to a change in my husband’s job. I decided not to begin working in our new city until after the baby was born. My depression continued to worsen and at 34 weeks of pregnancy I called my obstetrician in tears. I told him how depressed I was and how badly I felt. He told me if I had been closer to term in my pregnancy he would consider inducing my labor. Instead, he put me on an antidepressant which helped. I was able to go to full term with the pregnancy and deliver a healthy baby boy.

Due to postpartum depression, I continued on an antidepressant. Since the medication would get into breast milk, I was not able to breastfeed. That fact also contributed to sadness and guilt.

I had finally told my parents about my depression and they gave long-distance support on the phone and visited to ease the baby care load.

With ongoing psychiatric support, with both medication and talk therapy, I have been able to climb out of the abyss of depression and raise a healthy family. I care because I know how it feels to be pregnant and really, really badly depressed and not have any one to confide in. Fear of being judged poorly or becoming an inadequate mother can plague you. I wish I had known of a place such as the Postpartum Resource Center of New York that I could have called to get help and talk with other expectant mothers who had similar feelings. I would like to support other women who are going through mood and anxiety disorders in pregnancy or in the postpartum period. I would like to let other women know that no matter how bad they feel right now, they are going to feel better.

Three weeks postpartum I went from super-mom to a giant blob of depression, anxiety, sadness and fear. I couldn't make sense of what was going on In my head, I was having horrible, disturbing thoughts of harm befalling my beautiful baby. I didn’t want to be alone with her, I needed to have someone with me at all times.

Although I knew I wasn't capable of doing any of the horrible things that were going through my head, I didn’t understand why the thoughts existed at all. Only horrible people think the way that I did. The thoughts were so horrible in nature that they made me sick to my stomach. When I would try to stop the thoughts they would come on stronger. The anxiety was overwhelming, I couldn't sit still, I was crawling out of my skin. I thought if I told anyone what was going on in my head that they would have me arrested and take my baby away from me. I didn’t know what to do or where to turn. I needed to do something, I couldn't stand the way I felt. On top of experiencing these disgusting thoughts, I was also horribly depressed, anxious, and constantly crying. Every second of the day was torture not knowing what was going on with me. I felt so isolated and alone, but most of all, scared. I wanted to die.

I hated being in my house, I really hated being anywhere. One day my husband took me and the baby to a street fair in town to get me out of the house. While we were there I happened to walk into my Lamaze Coach — an encounter change the course of my life forever. I told her that I wasn't feeling like myself and she reassured me that I would get better — she also gave me the number of The Postpartum Resource Center of New York (PRCNY).

Making the call to the Resource Center changed my life ― they provided me with all of the tools I needed to get better. “Mom’s On Call”, to start with, was such a wonderful resource enabling me to speak with other mothers that suffered through postpartum depression and recovered. I joined their “Circle of Caring” support group, and that helped me tremendously. Being with other moms that were suffering like me was such an amazing source of support. We all got better together and I didn’t feel so alone and isolated any more. In addition, the PRCNY provided me with immeasurable support and resources to medical professionals that specialized In PPD.