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Friday, October 3, 2014

This Postpartum Life; the Scars of Psychosis

What do you see when you look at me?

Maternal Mental Health Symbol, Natachia Barlow Ramsey, Postpartum Psychosis

You look at me and you see a woman with scars on her wrists from a failed attempt at the taking of her life.
Damn her, there's no understanding. We drive our children into the water. You don't get that the ocean is a sea of despair. 
We are broken and we look around, waiting, begging, dying inside. We look for the arms to wrap around us and bring us to our feet.
No more tears, we have wept a lifetime of sorrows for motherhood. The aches, the breaks and the tragedies to come. Help us, feel our pain.
Do not take out babies, our souls from us. We are not deserving of punishment. We are your mothers. We gave you all life, give us ours.
We need your love, understanding, kindness. Do not judge us. A mothers love is unconditional. Yet you slice us open for public display at being broken.
So fix ours wings and help us to fly again. Do not put us in a dark empty box to wither and die. We have been fixing your pains with love since time.
We are your mothers, we are your mothers, we are your mothers. Do not throw us away.
The Ocean we drive into is a Sea of Desperation. Hold out your arms lift us up, hang on tight and guide us to the light. 
Do not judge, we are your Mothers, we are your Mothers, Do not throw us away. Kiss away our sorrows and help us heal the way we have yours'. 
Whisper those tears rolling, streaming, screaming down our cheeks; dripping from our chin onto our breast, let them be gone. 
What do you see when you look at me? A Mother who had fallen? Who stood back up? 
What do you see?

I see me...

~Be Loud, Be Purposeful, Be Strong, Be Courageous, Be Creative, Be Something~

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