Hello girls, when I started working in this genre of photography, boudoir, I really did not imagine the impact I could make in the lives of some people. Now I can say that this is one of my favorite genres of photography, and I love listening to the stories of my clients about what is the reason to do the session. Well, this is one of those stories.
Ms. Overcomer told me she suffered from post-partum depression when her second baby was born, and after overcoming that hard situation she wanted to gift herself a special photography session. I asked if I could share her story here, you never know when this information can reach the eyes of the right person and help someone in this situation.
Thanks Ms. Overcomer
“I had an unexpected visitor a few weeks after giving birth to my child. Its name was Postpartum Anxiety. From my physical appearance, the same body in these pictures today, no one could tell that something was wrong. Only I could. I asked God to let me die because it was easier than living with the anxiety, fear, and panic that overwhelmed me. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, anxiety brought along insomnia. “Great, just more time to worry about senseless things,” I thought.
I often heard comments like I was making this up, that nothing was wrong with me, or that I could control it with my mind. That was my favorite. “If I could control it with my mind, I would have by now,” I often thought as I listened. I tried to suffer in silence because, like most moms, I didn’t want to be a burden to anyone. After all, God had blessed me with a beautiful child and I was supposed to be enjoying it.
Through that entire time, I was blessed with the clarity of thought that I would get through this, that it was only a matter of time when I would one day not feel anxious or fearful anymore. Today, having overcome Postpartum Anxiety, with the help of God placing the right people in my path to help me, I am happy to tell you that I am no longer anxious or fearful. I decided that it was time to live in the moment and share my story. I feel 180 degrees differently than I did 40 days postpartum. And if that wasn’t enough, God blessed me with my best friend that has shown me that I am not alone. I am never alone. God’s got my back—Always! Throughout this ordeal, I have a newfound faith in God and have learned to be patient with whatever may come my way even with the people that do not think this condition is REAL. Without the struggle and the darkness, I don’t think I could ever appreciate the fullness of the love I am experiencing now. I wouldn’t understand how beautiful and blessed an average day can be.
Lastly, if you or someone you know just feels like “something is wrong” or that they just don’t feel like themselves, then I encourage you to tell your doctor and spiritual leader. You are brave enough to do it. You are not alone. Help is available.