Everyone told me to watch for sadness. Sadness I was ready for. Crying in the shower, low mood, tearful around 3pm, sure, classic baby blues, I had the pamphlet.
No one mentioned the rage.
Two nights ago my toddler poured a full sippy cup of milk onto the rug, intentionally, watching me while she did it. The baby was screaming in the carrier. I had not eaten since breakfast. I walked into the laundry room, shut the door, and screamed into a pillow with everything I had. Not a yell. A scream. The kind that strips your throat. I lost my voice for a day.
It was not sadness. It was a hot white fury that came up through my chest and just had to come OUT or I was going to scare myself. I am terrified of who I become at 6pm. I have started counting down to bedtime from 4pm like a hostage.
I love my kids. That part is not in question. But I do not recognize this woman who wants to throw plates at the wall over a spilled cup.
Is this hormones still, seven months in? Is this just untreated rage that nobody named for me? Has anyone here talked to their doctor about it specifically as RAGE and not depression, and what did they actually say or prescribe? I need to hear from someone who got out of this hole.