I was almost reaching the ninth month of gestation and was ready to give birth.
I was astonished, and grateful of that new bundle of joy coming into our lives. It was just
an amazing feeling that I could not explain in detail how I felt. After giving birth I was
basically alone with my newborn baby. I noticed changes in me after childbirth, and
something strange was happening and I did not like the feeling at all.
I was diagnosed with postpartum depression just after six days of giving birth. The
feelings I had experimented where real and where not imaginary . Depression was taking over
me , and I could not recognize what I was experiencing was out of the norm. I literally thought
for once I was mentally ill and I was afraid if this was the case, that eventually I would end up
in a clinic for mentally ill people. Before been diagnose with postpartum depression I was
perceiving frequent thoughts of death and suicide. I was alone and with no moral support from
my family. My husband decided to leave both my newborn and me as we were in a deep
financial situation and he decided the best thing to do was to run away from the problem. He
was the only person I could have run for help, but unfortunately it was too late when I explain
my situation to him. Previously I had been on the phone with my mother-in-law discussing all
of our financial situation. She was blaming me for our irreconcilable marriage, and for bringing
our family to the financial crisis we were in . I then made the worst decision of my life, I opened
my mothers’ medication storage bin and consumed half bottle of an unknown pill. During the
transition of the pills’ effect in my body I ran to my mother-in-laws’ house and argued with her
for almost an hour. All I remember after was opening my eyes in a hospital with more doctors
that the room could fit. She had called the ambulance and the child protective services
department . I was...