10/26/2026
I inherited two postpartum stories that were inherently contradictory (as cultural stories often are):
1. Postpartum is nothing. Just a blip. Not even something to think about, prepare for, or care that much about.
2. Postpartum is scary. It can turn normal people into monsters.
How did these stories play out for me? Well, because I believed that both of these stories were true, when I started to have my own dark thoughts and explosive emotions, I certainly wasn’t going to talk about them with anybody. I was NOT going to let others see the monster I had become, who was full of seething hot rage and crippling grief. So instead, I kept it hidden. I talked to no one, not even my husband. I would show the world the face it wanted to see. I would fulfill the “postpartum is nothing” stereotype and just bounce back into life.
It took me five years to admit I had experienced Postpartum Depression. It took me another five to unpack it. And that was just one of four births—each one took me into different parts of my shadow-self.
By naming my stories—the lies I had mistaken for truth—I was reclaiming my postpartum. I no longer believe the stories I was told, and I’ve written a new one.
Next month, I’m cohosting a postpartum stories workshop. I want to help you discover and articulate the unspoken stories that you’ve inherited around postpartum and give you the resources you need to expand or re-author those stories to invite new interpretations.
Our postpartum is only as meaningful as our story allows it to be.
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