Personal Narrative: Postpartum Depression

Melt Down(Postpartum Depression) Although I acknowledged the truth my mom had spoken to me when she came to visit, I hadn’t taken certain necessary steps that I needed to take. I remember one day sitting on my living room couch. Poet was sitting beside me. He was talking to the children. I turned my head and began to cry. I could no longer hold back the hurt, fears, disappointments, and anger. The family noticed after a few seconds that I was crying. Poet tried to talk to me but I didn’t respond. He called my mom this same night. I talked to my mom a little but I mainly just listened. The next day Bri had called me. Poet had contacted her and told her what was going on. She contacted me to tell me about a counselor she knew. I took

A member of the organization we was once a part of named Timothy was molesting one of the children who was attending the organization’s after school program. We had found out about this several months after we left the organization and in September 2012 around the time when I would begin meeting with the counselor Sista Janet, a few people within the community called a meeting with the organization on behalf of the mom. I didn’t attend this meeting. I stayed home with my children, but my husband and others in the community attended. Hearing what transpired at the meeting and what came out of the meeting was disheartening. What took place in this organization with a child being molested was a major trigger. To think that at one point in time I was there with my babies and they were in the midst of this creep didn’t sit well with me. The organization did nothing to bring the victim justice. Disappointment with the un-conscience conscious community pervaded my body yet

The whole family coming was intentional. I didn't like driving in Bmore, because I didn’t like the roads here in Bmore. So, whenever I did drive I was uncomfortable, or I didn’t go far. I didn’t feel comfortable with leaving our baby Jalia with Poet, because of past experiences with my older children's father. He was not a real good care taker. I remember one day when I was going to college, and left my oldest Tra home with TJ, when I came back home in the afternoon, Tra had not eaten and TJ was still in the bed sleep. This hurt me to my heart to come home after being gone since the early morning, and to find out my son who was three at the time had not eaten. Now, I know that Poet is nothing like TJ, and he is an excellent father, however, I also know that for most women, caring for our children is innate while for a lot of men, they have to be groomed into learning to care for children. I knew that Poet was a great father by watching him with my older children, but I had never seen him in action with a baby, and I didn’t want anything to happen to our baby on accident. So, I was very much what some would call over