I have been examining this life lately.
I believe I have finally come to the realization that I must enjoy it now. For I won't have another chance.
I have been given a clinical name for what I have been suffering for all of these years.
And when Fa was born, Post Partum Psychosis.
I hate labels.
But for some reason. These labels in particular have helped me to let go of all the pain and insecurities I have held deep for so long. There are reasons for why I felt the way I did. I am not the only one who has felt this way. Experienced this. I am awakened to this new found security.
A funny kind of security. It's more of an "ah-ha!" then an "I can do this" thing.
When Fa was born, I was severely misdiagnosed and I wasn't given the correct line of treatment, which may have saved me from years of insecurity and fear vs. what I've gone through. I thought I was losing my mind. And no one even made a blip about my symptoms. I am surprised I got through it as well as I did. Goes to show what your heart can take for your child.
Today, it has a name and symptoms that I actually had, and a cure. A cure that I am finally receiving after 4+ years.
I am relieved. I am justified. I am secure.
I am so happy with being a mother these days that I almost feel jipped. I should have felt this way much earlier. I've lost precious moments due to the visions, fears, insecurities and thoughts.
I can't get those moments back. But I sure as shit can enjoy the ones I am having now.
I am proud of myself for finally, finally taking steps to figure this out. I knew it. I knew it was something more than depression after Fa was born.
Looking back and examining my life so far, I also realize that after the trauma of losing my mother at such a young age, I have done pretty good for myself...even if it took longer than I'd have liked. I survived a loss that led me through a downward spiral of depression and suicidal ideations and I was strong enough (without therapy, back then) to get through it.
I'm one tough bitch.
And finally. Finally. Thanks to Fa and the Pro, (and some damn good psychiatrists and therapists) I have finally begun to step into the light...To enjoy my life and thrive on the events that make it mine and only mine. This is my one and only life.
I am finally strong enough to live it to the fullest.
I am breathing again, for the first time in years. I've taken control and I love every second of it.