Self care. It’s so incredibly important. I know I wrote about the importance of resting a while back, but that’s just a small piece of a larger picture. I think that the demands of parenthood can make us put ourselves on the back burner. We sacrifice not just our sleep, but sometimes our hopes and dreams, our health, our bodies, our hobbies. We do it because they are precious, our children; they’re invaluable. But please remember that you are invaluable, too.
This leads to something I’ve been wanting to write about for a while, even though it terrifies me to do so: depression. I have battled with depression with and without children. My first bout came when I was in the middle of my 20’s and trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with myself, moving from the extended childhood that college allowed me into for real for real grownup stuff.
My second episode came this summer. Being a working writer, a mother and a wife are all difficult things to do in and of themselves, and extra hard to do all at once. I think it can be done, but at the time I wasn’t equipped to do it. I was struggling and, on top of that, berating myself for struggling. It was a painful time. Medication was what helped me end my cycle of struggle/anger/pain.
Now, there is a lot that we still don’t know about the human brain and DNA and all that. Maybe I have a brain that’s wired to be more prone to depression. Maybe it won’t get that bad for you. But if it does, please know that you’re not alone. And if it doesn’t please know that you can still get tired – and that’s ok.
Please don’t be ashamed if you need help. Please don’t be ashamed if you can’t do it all.
ETA: Here’s an interesting article about suicide in the black community from Ebony. It’s a good read.