My Journey Through Postpartum Depression and Anxiety

By: Lauren Mills

Having a baby is supposed to be one of the happiest times of your life, right? That’s what everyone told me, anyway. I was 20 years old, newly adjusting to life as a mom, and instead of feeling all the joy and love people described, I found myself drowning in sadness and anxiety. What should’ve been a time of celebration and new beginnings felt like I was constantly fighting to keep my head above water.

There were countless sleepless nights, when I was awake feeding my son, feeling utterly alone. It wasn’t just the exhaustion—although that was real. It was this overwhelming sense of isolation and fear. The days blurred together, and I felt trapped in a cycle of worry, fear, and sadness. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me. Why couldn’t I just be happy?

Family began telling me, “You don’t need medicine; you can get through this on your own.” But here’s the truth—postpartum depression and anxiety aren’t something you just power through. It’s not about trying harder or being stronger. I tried to push through the feelings on my own, but nothing changed. I still woke up every day- with the same heavy weight on my chest.

I was so grateful when I finally reached out to a doctor who helped me understand that what I was feeling wasn’t my fault. They reassured me that it was okay to need help. For me, that help came in the form of antidepressants. I know there’s still a stigma around medication, and I’ll admit, I had doubts at first. But choosing to go on medication was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made for my mental health. It helped pull me out of the darkness and gave me the space to finally breathe again.

I owe so much to the medical professionals who supported me during that time. They didn’t just prescribe medication and send me on my way; they were there with understanding and compassion, helping me navigate the ups and downs. Postpartum depression and anxiety are real, and they’re nothing to be ashamed of. If you’re struggling, please know that there is no “right” way to heal—whether that’s therapy, medication, or a combination of things. The important part is getting the help you need.

Today, I’m sharing my story in the hopes that it reaches someone who needs to hear it. You are not alone. There is light on the other side of this, and it’s okay to ask for help to get there. You are adjusting to life just as much as your baby.