Sunday, August 28, 2011

Kim's War Story

Welcome to War Story Day!!!




I am so excited to have Kimberly from All Work and No Play Makes Mommy Go Something Something.


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Kim's blog was one of the first blogs I read when I started.  She is hilariously funny, straight forward, and to the point.


She is married with a young son that she often writes to.  Some of the stories that I read about her interactions with her husband have me rolling on the floor laughing.  


Kim has also been chronicling her most recent struggles with depression and a new diagnosis, Bipolar 2.


She is an inspiration to me and I am so very honored to be sharing one of her stories here. 


Make sure to go check out Kim's Blog to read more awesome and moving posts.  I know you will love her as much as I do.


Without further ado,


here's Kimberly's War Story...

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Bright morning sun rays had already danced across our city’s sky scape and forced their way through the tiny windows of room 380.

“Focus Kim” said the gentle masked voice hidden behind my swollen belly, “Just one more time”.

I drew in a large breath and held onto it tighter than my anxious husband held my hand. I put everything I had into one final push. At 6:56 am on August 14, 2008, our son was born.

He was immediately placed on my chest. I inspected his ten tiny toes and fingers and made sure that everything was where it was supposed to be. His hair was thick and black. Blacker than any night sky that I had ever wished upon for this exact miraculous moment to happen. He smelled of sweet innocence and dreams come true; a new journey in life filled with firsts and giggles and squishes and celebration and love.

The moment was perfect.

He was perfect.

But I felt nothing.

I laid on the hospital bed feeling empty as the room bustled in excitement and happiness around me.

I honestly wondered if I had made a terrible mistake.

In the days and weeks that followed, my sanity fell apart. The anger, the sadness, the violent outbursts that left holes in walls and self-inflicted deep scratches in my own skin, and the crippling anxiety were all so intense and rapidly ever changing. I had no control over my own mind and had no idea what was wrong with me.

I felt crazy.

I spent so many hours locked away in my head…

Rather than snuggling with my newborn, I would conjure up plans of how I would escape it all. 

Rather than taking long sweet naps with my son on my chest I would clean the house and obsess over unnecessary lists about feeding, changing, and sleeping times.

Rather than feeling completely in love and full-filled, I felt regret.

I thought that...

I didn’t deserve to be a mother…

I couldn’t handle being a mother…

I was a horrible person for not wanting what I had finally received…

I was worthless and didn’t belong in this world…

What was wrong with me?

It was on September 27, 2008, 6 weeks after delivery, that I was diagnosed with postpartum depression and anxiety with agoraphobia.  That’s when my war story against this monster began.

Every day like so many other women (1 in 8 women to be exact) I fought tooth and nail to survive. I took baby steps one uncertain moment at a time all while taking care of my beautiful son.

With love and support from my wonderful husband, family, friends, my doctors, my online friends (#PPDChat on twitter) I fought my way into motherhood and for my feet to return on to the road I was always meant to travel on.

 Know what?

I won.

While there have been kinks in my recovery, I move forward every single day.

I do it for my family.

I do it for me.

If you have postpartum depression or think that you may have it, please listen to me…

You don’t deserve to feel this way.

You can get help.

You are never EVER alone in this. There are people out there who love you immensely. On your worst days, draw from their love and their strength to get you by.

You will fight like mad.

And some days you will feel like losing or giving in.

But don’t.

I want you to look at this photo of us, my family.


These are smiles of love and happiness from our souls.

Then remember to keep fighting because one day you will get there.

You will kick its ass.

I know you will.

Because I did.

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Thank you so much for sharing your War Story Kim!!! 

I know that a lot of women will be helped from reading it!

If you would like to read more War Stories, check them out here. 

32 comments:

  1. So proud of you Kimberly! You did it and you continue to help other women!
    Love you xo

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  2. Amy, thank you so much for allowing me to share my war story. It is an honour!!!

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  3. So beautiful, to hear this journey. You radiate strength and are an inspiration. Love your heart and your way with words and your beautiful smile and gorgeous family. <3

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  4. Thank you so much friend. You are an inspiration to me too. For real. It's people like you who give me the strength to write about my struggles so that I in turn can help others. Xoxo

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  5. Thank you for letting me post it! I love everything you write so I have the honor!

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  6. WOW! Serious chills, my friend. What an inspiration you are to those who suffer from all forms of depression. And CUTE blog, Amy. I'm off to check it out! Stephanie from www.southernmomentum.com

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  7. I'm so proud of you for sharing your story. You help others in more ways than you know. Keep fighting, you're worth it. We love you!

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  8. I felt like I was reading my own story.  Feeling nothing.  Planning escape.  Feeling crazy (and acting it).  Thank you for sharing your story...Keep fighting!

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  9. Kim,
    I love your honesy & bravery. 
    ...And as you tell your story, you help other woman.  Brava!  xx

    Kim
    http://myinnerchickcom

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  10. Good for you Kim for continuing to fight everyday. Keep it up. We all love you.

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  11. Thanks for sharing such an intense and personal story Kimberly. It all sounds eerily familiar.

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  12. Oh honey, you're so strong and brave, and such a great mom!

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  13. You are simply amazing.  I felt a lot of those emotions after my daughter was born--obsessed w/ schedules, housework, etc.  I wanted my old life back.  And I hated that I felt that way.

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  14. Kimberly you rock! Its times like this when I read or hear of someone continuing a path of Recovery that I am encouraged not only for that person but its a promise to me that relief and freedom are possible daily...one day at a time as long as I continue to do what works.

    One of my most difficult challenges to over come -- self doubt ~I get caught up in what if?! What if this happens or I do this again....But, What IF?

    You truly inspire me!!! It is good to know that we do not have to do this deal alone :) Beautiful picture of you and your family.

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  15. Such a beautiful post Kim. I know your words, these feelings that are so common for so many moms, will help others. And I just love your writing!

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  16. Thank you for taking the time to read it...I know it was a tad lengthy ;)

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  17. Thank you and love you too name twin!!

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  18. It's amazing how our stories can differ yet our feelings are exactly the same. I hope that you got the help that you needed and are doing well now

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  19. Oh Megan...you rock my face off

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  20. Thanks Nicole for being so supportive!! Means the world to me

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  21. *blushing* ... I just really want to help other Moms to reach out and get the help that they deserve

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  22. It is amazing how our stories are different yet we all had the same thoughts and feelings.
    Ps. I burned those lists ;)

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  23. Oh friend...that what if game is a terrible web of destruction. It took me a long time but I can catch myself when I start a thought in my head with the statement "What if"...then I replace it with something positive.
    It's our illness that creates self doubt. But we are stronger than it makes us believe and more beautiful and confident than we believe. Remember this...we; you are worth it.
    Big hugs to you

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  24. Oh Kim everytime you write I end up sobbing and cheering you on and wanting to hug you. You are going to save someone's life, you are going to make a better day for someone struggling , I am inspired by you...if I was drowning in this disease I know that I would be helped and healed by your words.

    Hugs and love my friend.

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  25. I know I'm late, but I'm trying to catch up on some blogs today.

    Kimberly, thank you for sharing your story, and showing us that it can get better, that there is love and support and so much worth fighting for.

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