After giving birth to my firstborn I struggled with severe postpartum depression and anxiety. I don't even hardly remember my son's baby days. All I really remember was the overwhelming sadness, guilt, and hopelessness that I felt. Suicide crossed my mind more than I ever want to admit. I had convinced myself that I could never have another child; The fear of going through the horrible experience again was overwhelming. I was in this pit for months before I finally reached out and asked for help, and I so wish I had done it sooner. I truly believe that the Lord uses many different ways to bring healing, including medication and counseling. Anxiety still sometimes tries to rear its ugly head, but I've learned to be thankful through it all. I'm thankful for my struggles because they bring me closer to my Savior.
Right now I'm 35 weeks pregnant with my daughter and my husband and I have decided to name her Hope. Every time I think of my daughter I think of the hope I have in Christ. That He works all things together for good. No matter what happens I know that He will see me through it all.
"Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us."
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead."
1 Peter 1:3
Written by Caitlin Welsh