Four years ago, when my son was born, and I battled severe postpartum depression, I felt so alone. I wanted—no—I desperately craved meeting another mom like me. Another mom who would put her hand…
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In the hospital, I thought I loved my baby. I thought I wanted to bring him home and be his mother. Then I got home and my thoughts drastically changed. I wanted nothing to…
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I’m the mom of an amazing four-year old boy. I love him more than I could use words to describe here. I want to bottle his laugh. Soak up his spirt. I’m in awe…
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After battling and surviving postpartum depression, I have received the following question repeatedly: “Jen, I think my friend might be going through something like what you went through. I want to say something to…
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Four years ago, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. A few days after taking him home from the hospital, I became convinced I didn’t want to be his mother. I had made…
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Before I had my daughter, I had dreams of postpartum being a time when I finally slowed down. I’m a person who is often going a mile-a-minute, juggling several too many things at once.…
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I don’t know about you, but I’m a big fan of the F-word. It’s extremely versatile and can be used in so many different situations. As a writer, I love that it can be…
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At November Campowerment (a weekend sleepaway camp retreat for women and my happy place), I was lucky enough to meet the fabulous Melissa D’Arabian. You may know her as the winner of the fifth…
