Two and a half years ago, when my son was seven months old, I was introduced to acupuncture, which was the best thing that could have happened to our, then, struggling family. Until that day, I had always relied on our doctor and drugs for any condition or ailment that came our way.
Two and a half years ago, when my son was seven months old, I was introduced to acupuncture, which was the best thing that could have happened to our, then, struggling family. Until that day, I had always relied on our doctor and drugs for any condition or ailment that came our way. I was suffering from postnatal depression after my son’s birth, but wasn’t aware of it. Each day was a dark tunnel that seemed never-ending. I had no energy or enthusiasm for anything. My marriage was close to ending, my husband had no idea what was happening, and I didn’t understand what was happening. I was continuing to breast-feed, though sometimes I struggled to keep up with my son’s growth spurts. This whole parenthood thing just seemed too hard, but there didn’t seem to be any way out. Two friends suggested acupuncture.