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Tethering Grace & Togetherness

Chicken & Rice and Post-Partum Depression

October 27, 2014 by HappyGoStuckey 23 Comments

I sat on my couch in my trusty yoga pants and held the five-day old answer to so many prayers. She was perfect and pink and I loved her more every minute. I felt so happy. A strange sort of happy that I was almost sure felt almost…sad. That is about the time I felt the cold fingers of post-partum depression grip my happy fairytale.

A spindly weed in my garden of happy and it seemed to have very deep roots.

PPD-2

The clouds came every afternoon and brought with them the unexplained tears. I explained away my feelings as normal and hormonal. My limited knowledge of Post-partum depression involved angry mothers doing unspeakable things in their pain. I was not that. I was happy to be a Mom. But the sinking softball in my stomach remained.

Seasoned parents shared with me the swaddle blankets to wrap my babe in and the proper football hold– but no one told me this could happen. No one told me I could have a perfect daughter and a husband I loved and all my dreams coming true.. and feel grief. Unexplained grief, sure. Grief with no path, but grief all the same, with its hollow stomached, heavy-chest inducing nausea. When the waves came, every breath felt laborious and smiling often took more energy than making the bed.

I had never heard a single word about how good, Jesus-loving- Mamas could be miserable for no good reason, except that they just are for a time. I never knew that I could want every bit of what I had and still feel completely lost in my new motherly skin. I looked in the mirror and saw someone else, almost literally someone else behind hollow eyes brimming with salty confusion. I just knew that I had failed somewhere along the way. I blamed my lack of faith and gratefulness. Because isn’t that what we do sometimes? Instead of dealing with our pain and getting help, we hang it all up on our guilt and suffer alone. In silence. We assume we are alone, and so we remain that way. 

After several days of this sad carousel with no exit, I heard footsteps on loose gravel and a soft rap on our door. Lance covered the steps of that little apartment in long, easy strides. He swung open the door to reveal my other best friend. She stepped over the welcome mat and pulled the sunshine in with her like a bunch of balloons.

My friend smiled at me like only one who knows your weepy insides can and crossed to the tiny kitchen to set down her trademark items of perfect Iced Tea, Chicken and Rice, and Chocolate Chip Cookies. I cried again, but this time from that place which holds the relief of being deeply known and loved in spite of runny faces and mismatched socks.

We shared our plates cross-legged on the comfy couch. Green eyes looked into my own weepy brown lashes as she told me I was not crazy.  In the quiet between bites, we laughed to hear soft snoring coming from the Moses basket. By the time our plates were empty, life felt a little more survivable. Brighter. Every deep breath brought me closer to being able to laugh.

And — almost seven years later, I simply cannot eat chicken and rice without remembering that night.
She showed up at my lowest, my poorest of spirit— and offered me a plate of warm comfort and acceptance with a side of hope— Being loved right where I was helped me take a small step towards healing and wholeness. Though my friend had not yet walked down that particular road, she left her own path to come walk alongside me for awhile, and it made all the difference. She did not understand my grief any more than I did, but she understood my need to be known and loved.

Yes, food is one of our most basic needs, but the need to feed our soul with the table comfort of those we love—- is every bit as vital for life and life abundant.

Because rarely, if ever— is it just food. Especially when it is served with a long warm hug and a glass of “You’re going to be ok.”

When a new season finally cracked through the clouds, I recognized that I did not arrive at wholeness over night. One casserole brought by one lovely friend did not remove the season of hard. But it helped. My seasons with PPD came with both of my girls. They were each different and brief, though they did not seem it at the time. Looking back, I know that I needed many things, and being loved closely by those who wished they could remove my pain was at the top of the list.

If you are struggling with unexplained sadness or emotional confusion during the beautiful, bleary-eyed early days of motherhood, can I just tell you as she told me– You are not crazy. You are not alone and you will come out of this. But please friend? Do not suffer alone. Find your people and tell them you’re struggling. 

 

Enjoy (#Write31Days)
Living Free. (#Write31Days)

Comments

  1. catherine says

    October 27, 2014 at 4:42 pm

    What touching and beautiful words. Thanks for sharing your heart!

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    • happygostuckey says

      October 27, 2014 at 5:01 pm

      Thank you Catherine. Hoping my sharing will help someone along the way who feels alone in this. <3

      Reply
  2. Amber says

    October 27, 2014 at 8:26 pm

    I agree wholeheartedly. I did feel this with my son but my daughter (2nd child) was a whole different story. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Amber says

    October 27, 2014 at 8:26 pm

    I agree wholeheartedly. I did feel this with my son but my daughter (2nd child) was a whole different story. Thanks for sharing.

    Reply
  4. Courtney says

    October 28, 2014 at 9:45 am

    So appreciate your honesty in sharing about post-partum depression. And thanks for pointing the way to how we can love those in our lives who struggle!

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  5. Courtney says

    October 28, 2014 at 9:45 am

    So appreciate your honesty in sharing about post-partum depression. And thanks for pointing the way to how we can love those in our lives who struggle!

    Reply
  6. Shelly Richardson says

    October 28, 2014 at 12:44 pm

    Love your honesty in this post. I am thankful I got to hear you read this at the Allume open mic party. Your words bring beauty to the hard postpartum.

    Reply
  7. Shelly Richardson says

    October 28, 2014 at 12:44 pm

    Love your honesty in this post. I am thankful I got to hear you read this at the Allume open mic party. Your words bring beauty to the hard postpartum.

    Reply
  8. Shelly Richardson says

    October 28, 2014 at 12:46 pm

    Love your honesty! I am thankful I had the privilege to hear you read this post at the Allume open mic party. You bring beauty with words to the darkness of postpartum.

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    • happygostuckey says

      October 30, 2014 at 4:17 pm

      Thank you Shelly. I hope these words have encouraged a mama or two– I love what you said about it being darkness. It does feel dark when you’re in the midst of it. But enduring that definitely gave me a tiny window of understanding into what others may sometimes face with other types of depression. I’m thankful for that small bit of insight that this gave me.

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  9. Shelly Richardson says

    October 28, 2014 at 12:46 pm

    Love your honesty! I am thankful I had the privilege to hear you read this post at the Allume open mic party. You bring beauty with words to the darkness of postpartum.

    Reply
    • happygostuckey says

      October 30, 2014 at 4:17 pm

      Thank you Shelly. I hope these words have encouraged a mama or two– I love what you said about it being darkness. It does feel dark when you’re in the midst of it. But enduring that definitely gave me a tiny window of understanding into what others may sometimes face with other types of depression. I’m thankful for that small bit of insight that this gave me.

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  10. Meredith Bernard says

    October 28, 2014 at 8:43 pm

    Oh, how I love this and how I love you, Cynthia. Your spirit is infectious (especially now that I’ve met you in person.) This line is so beautiful to me, “Though my friend had never walked down that particular road, she left her own path to come walk alongside me for awhile, and it made all the difference.” Isn’t that what friendship is all about? Walking alongside no matter what. Sometimes we can’t relate, but we can be there, and that’s all that matters. Love this!! And I see I missed this at Open Mic and now I’m so sad I didn’t make myself go down there and listen. 🙁 Now I’m sad. I’m sure it was beautiful. Love you girl! xoxo

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    • happygostuckey says

      October 30, 2014 at 4:14 pm

      You are a delight, friend! And I’m really glad we had the chance to share a meal together– hope we can see each other again soon! I’m so proud of you and your writing this month. Your #Write31Days series was no doubt a difficult one to write, but you have done a beautiful job. Glad to know you, M!

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  11. Meredith Bernard says

    October 28, 2014 at 8:43 pm

    Oh, how I love this and how I love you, Cynthia. Your spirit is infectious (especially now that I’ve met you in person.) This line is so beautiful to me, “Though my friend had never walked down that particular road, she left her own path to come walk alongside me for awhile, and it made all the difference.” Isn’t that what friendship is all about? Walking alongside no matter what. Sometimes we can’t relate, but we can be there, and that’s all that matters. Love this!! And I see I missed this at Open Mic and now I’m so sad I didn’t make myself go down there and listen. 🙁 Now I’m sad. I’m sure it was beautiful. Love you girl! xoxo

    Reply
    • happygostuckey says

      October 30, 2014 at 4:14 pm

      You are a delight, friend! And I’m really glad we had the chance to share a meal together– hope we can see each other again soon! I’m so proud of you and your writing this month. Your #Write31Days series was no doubt a difficult one to write, but you have done a beautiful job. Glad to know you, M!

      Reply
  12. happygostuckey says

    October 30, 2014 at 4:17 pm

    So happy you are too. And that you were and are my “chicken and rice bringer.” <3

    Reply
  13. happygostuckey says

    October 30, 2014 at 4:17 pm

    So happy you are too. And that you were and are my “chicken and rice bringer.” <3

    Reply
  14. Elaine says

    November 4, 2014 at 5:09 pm

    Thank you for sharing your heart. It is comforting to know others have walked the same path in motherhood. And chicken & rice has a special place in my heart too.

    Reply
  15. Elaine says

    November 4, 2014 at 5:09 pm

    Thank you for sharing your heart. It is comforting to know others have walked the same path in motherhood. And chicken & rice has a special place in my heart too.

    Reply

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