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I mentioned in my “Celebrity Depression, Spiritual Lessons” gallery how Brooke Shields’ memoir, “Down Came the Rain,” gave me permission to cry all I wanted, especially in the months after I started breastfeeding Katherine, when I started to sink into a very severe depression.
This prologue is a beautiful explanation of how life unfolds often times a little differently than we expect, or would like. Nonetheless, we hope to be stronger, more compassionate people for it. As reader Elemgee, who I wrote about above, said “We are so much healthier, more compassionate people for all we went through.” That certainly seems to be the case among the more compassionate people in my life–more often than not, they didn’t get there via the Happy Highway.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed of being a mommy. She wanted, more than anything, to have a child and knew her dream would come true one day. She would sit for hours thinking up names to call her baby.
Eventually this little girl grew up. Though she’d met and married her Prince Charming, she was having trouble conceiving. She began to realize that her dream wasn’t going to come true without a great deal of medical help.
So she went on a long journey through the world of fertility treatments. When none of them worked, she got frustrated and depressed. She felt like a failure.
And then one day, finally, she became pregnant. She was thrilled beyond belief. She had a wonderful pregnancy and a perfect baby girl. At long last, her dream of being a mommy had come true. But instead of being relieved and happy, all she could do was cry.
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posted May 11, 2007 at 2:52 pm
A few weeks ago, I had a fight with my husband. He went out to get Pizza, but said that the table needed to be cleaned off before he came back. I don’t know what happened, but all of the stress of my depression, my four year old going through a phase where she only talks in a whine, my 10 year old saying he wants to live with his father 700 miles away because I work too much, well, it all came crashing down. I started crying on my kitchen floor, not just crying, but sobbing. I was a failure as a mother. Then my little girl brought me her favorite doll, the one she never lets go of, so that I would feel better. My 5 year old little boy came over and gave me a big hug and kiss and said “when you hug and kiss me, I always feel better”. Then my 10 year old, who is turning into a teenager more and more every day, cleaned up the table and said he loves me. I realized, as I do often, that I have amazing children. I picked myself up, brushed myself off and figured out that I was not a failure. I will not let this depression beat me. I will win.