Editor’s Note: Amber Johnson, who runs , recently met Casey of at BlogHer, the largest women’s blogging conference in the nation. Johnson describes Casey as “beautiful, vibrant, the life of the party”, with a daughter and a husband in law school.”
“After talking to her for just two minutes, I felt on top of the world,” Johnson blogged. “So I was surprised to learn that someone so enviable has been at the very bottom of it.”
Johnson is featuring Casey’s personal tale of depression, and the dangerous desperation it drove her to, on today:
I overdosed on prescription medication when I was seven months pregnant.
On purpose.
I didn’t want to be pregnant anymore. Pregnancy was (literally) killing me. I hadn’t eaten more than a half cup of food at a sitting in seven months. Ninety percent of what went into my mouth came back out. Every muscle in my body ached from dry heaving. My throat was constantly scratchy from vomiting up bile. Every smell was toxic.
And no one believed that I truly was sick.
One woman told me I was eating the wrong kind of crackers. Other people said I was being over-dramatic. Several people thought I was faking. My husband Cody thought I was a wimp.
I didn’t even know if I wanted a kid all that much, I mentally could not get myself excited about having a baby.
The depression built gradually.
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