It was 2013 when I gave birth to my daughter. Motherhood, especially when unexpected, comes at you so fast that it catches you up in the rapture. There was so much about that time that was a blur because I didn’t spend a moment of it outside my head, outside of the moment of being a mom. It was a shock to no one that I was hit with post partum depression, but it was a complete shock to me that within nine months, and the one month of the baby being outside of me, I gained 75 pounds.
I’ve never really been afraid to talk about my skin disease. Truthfully, I’ve done everything I can to explain it but have only been met with people who fail to see the seriousness about it. June held our awareness week, and though I missed my chance then, I would like to take the time to do it now. I figured what better place to open the discussion than to the one place that I discuss everything else. I’ve struggled with the idea of how to not make it sound so gross, sadly though it just is. This disease isn’t pretty and I’m not going to try to make it out to be.