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Hello Depression. 1, 2, 3, down they go.
The clock struck midnight and we didn’t even know it.
A new year was starting as we stood, teary-eyed and paralyzed.
He said he would leave me if I didn’t get help.
For a moment, I didn’t care either way.
***
The darkness had become too much.
The anxiety…
Posted in Life, No funny today
Tagged anxiety, colic, depression, motherhood, postpartum anxiety, postpartum depression, PPD
31 Comments
Shopping Cart Roller Derby
I white knuckled the handle. He could tell I was slowing down. I knew he could sense it. The anxiety was making me sweat. I wanted desperately to speed up. My internal speedometer told me I was going about 4 miles an hour… not good enough… I had to pick it up to 5 or all hell would break loose.
I was going to tell you a story…
I was going to tell you a story…
But I showered instead.
The four day old crust was begging to be sloughed off.
Then I was going to tell you a story again…
But I ate something.
I’ve learned to shove my face when I have any spare moment – a wild animal.
Posted in Life, Like you care
Tagged colic, motherhood, parenting is war, postpartum, sleep deprivation
12 Comments
I cut the crust off.
He doesn’t know what Star Wars is, but he’s over the moon for his lunch box.
It was his first day at a new school – a montessori pre-school. We’ve made sacrifices so he could go to this school. He deserves this school.
Posted in Life, No funny today
Tagged anxiety, Bam Bam, colic, motherhood, parenting, PPD, preschool, What the hell am I doing?
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Dreaming. (8 lines)
* A Series of 8 line posts because of this one >> 8 mm.
*****
Hot and heavy with my husband…
The carnival hay is itchy.
Then a thief out to mug me.
I lift my shirt to expose my weapon…
and squirt the robber in the eye with breast milk.
My binky. (8 lines)
* 8 lines for a month because of this post >> 8 mm
*****
Everything is topsy turvy.
Exhaustion… sobbing.
Anxiety… hopelessness.
Fists clenched… veins popping.
I reach for it.
Soft… comforting…
I squeeze it in my hands on the exhale.
My husband’s ass is my binky.
Posted in Immediate Poetry, Life
Tagged 8 lines, colic, married life, motherhood, postpartum, PPD
15 Comments
Losing the race. (8 lines)
* 8 lines for a month because of this post >> 8 mm
*****
I lack the stamina.
I have ill fitting shoes.
I did not carbo-load.
I hobble along…
A wailing child clinging to me…
I pause to clean poop, and wipe baby vomit out of my eyes.
You don’t belong here. (8 lines)
* 8 lines for a month in honor of this >> 8 mm
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Baby crying…
a pitch that unravels the threads of my brain.
Stealing a guilty minute to pee.
The cold seat welcomes my bottom.
But I am unsettled.
I think, “You don’t belong here”.
Posted in Immediate Poetry, Life
Tagged colic, motherhood, sleep deprivation, what the what
4 Comments
