How I Was Rescued From PostPartum Depression
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"I didn't want help. I didn't want company. I didn't even want to pray. But Jehovah reached me anyway-through the people who didn't give up on me."
After giving birth, I found myself in a fog I couldn't explain. Smiles felt fake. Love felt distant. I felt unworthy to even speak to God.
This is my true story of postpartum depression-the anger, the shame, the silence... and how I was rescued.
A verse changed my life.
A husband fed me spoon by spoon.
Friends and elders kept knocking, even when I wanted to hide.
If you've ever felt broken after becoming a mom, this story is for you.
You're not alone.
And healing is still possible-even if it starts with just one tear and a quiet prayer. 💛
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