Sharing Your Voice: Welcome PPD Survivor Cheryl

I met Cheryl years ago when I started working from home doing a job that had me sitting at my computer waiting for phone calls to come in so I could answer them and read the script in front of me. Somehow I stumbled upon a site called Work Place Like Home, and immediately felt at home! At WPLH I found hundreds of WAHMs who were hanging out chatting the day away as they worked from home on their computers, helping each other find jobs, spot scam jobs, ask questions and find friendship in the world of WAHJs. My friends there were fun to hang out with, passing the time playing silly games, sharing stories and supporting each other in hard times and sad times. They were the first online friends I turned to when Owee was born and ended up in the NICU. I felt the love and support that they offered. My life has changed greatly since that time and I don’t work the same WAH types of jobs that I used to and don’t seem to ever have the time to just go there to hang out.

There are a few people who I have stayed connected to from WPLH in the past 2 1/2 years since my little Wee Nut was born, and Cheryl has been one of them. On the rare occasions that I have a few minutes to stop in to WPLH, I check in on her to see how she is doing. And I always have an eye out for her in my Twitter stream. She had an old blog, that I try to check in on to catch up on how she is doing that she told me today that she has “outgrown” and has created a new one. Her new blog 4 Girls, 1 Boy, 2 Parents is literally brand new, a very young 3 weeks old. I love her sense of humor and her style of writing, which you will have a chance to check out as her new blog grows. She has a beautiful newborn baby girl and I am hoping for some good photos on her blog soon (hint hint)

I am honored to share Cheryl’s Postpartum Depression story with you at The Nut House

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I’d say it all began after the birth of my second daughter, but that’d probably be a lie.  It probably started well before that.  In fact the signs were there shortly after the birth of my first.  Isolation anxiety, fear, happy, sad, flip flop flip flop.  That’s been me for years.