Soon after the birth of my second son, I woke up in the middle of the night unable to focus my eyes or sit up in bed. I felt better the next morning, but within a matter of days, the episode repeated itself, this time in the middle of the day and with much greater intensity. I was forced to bed until the symptoms subsided.
The symptoms continued to reoccur, so I called the doctor and asked for an emergency appointment. This visit led to a string of doctors, specialists, and testing, including brain scans. The process seemed never-ending, and I was unable to receive any certain diagnosis. I did receive countless bottles of medication, which I took in hopes that the symptoms would go away.
At this point, I was not able to care for my children. My husband had to come home from work, friends brought food and helped out with childcare, and I quickly began to fall into a deep depression.
