I was supposed to be writing my belated birthday note. However, the death of Robin Williams (yes, sadly, up to now) still hounds me from time to time, like the power of a sad song to bring back certain memories. Maybe because, somehow, I knew what its like to be down there in the pit. But in a different pit. I am talking about Post-partum depression. Had it the day after giving birth to Yam. Friends and family wondered why I was acting differently. I, myself, could not also get a grasp of what I was feeling, why the inexplicable loneliness and grief. I felt really lost. I was crying everyday. I was searching for something I didnt know. I am thankful for the presence of a caring husband, and the listening ears of friends, especially Raquel, who I remembered calling in the middle of the day, and she just listened to my horrible crying. No, I think I was wailing in extreme sadness. The greatest help also came from God. Because in my lucid moments, I would ask Him for comfort and that He took me out from where I was. And so I bounced back. This is my story. I hope and pray that those who suffer from depression will also find their way back. For you, Mr. Williams, you will forever be remembered.
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 09:49:56 +0000
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