A Little Life Update

Good morning, everyone! Or afternoon. Or evening. Good, whenever you’re reading this!

A little less than a year ago, I disappeared from this platform. During that time, I shifted my focus more to Instagram. And then promptly disappeared from there as well.

You may be wondering, or probably not because I am just a bunch of letters and shapes on a computer screen to you, what happened? Well, I’m here to tell you.

For those of you who may not follow me on Instagram – I had a baby! 😊

Now, before you continue reading, please review my trigger warning below:

Trigger warning – this post talks about prenatal depression, prenatal anxiety, and suicidal thoughts. Reader’s discretion is advised.

But before my son’s birth – spoiler alert – I was pregnant.

I found out that I was pregnant at the beginning of August of last year. Coincidence that I disappeared off of social media at the same time? Not at all.

During my pregnancy, I had prenatal depression and anxiety. I didn’t really know that was a thing. I had always heard so much about postpartum, but nothing about prenatal.

I was lucky, in the sense, that I had what my doctor’s referred to as a “honeymoon pregnancy.” No morning sickness, no nausea or food aversions, no symptoms whatsoever except for no periods. No physical symptoms that is…

My mental health suffered a lot during this time. I loss my joy for all of my hobbies – reading, writing, singing. And so I disappeared. From everywhere.

I didn’t take a single photo or myself throughout my pregnancy.

It didn’t have anything to do with my body changing and me being uncomfortable in my own skin, I’ve gotten used to that over the years. This was something different, darker. Something that I really couldn’t, and can’t explain.

All I know is that I wanted it all to end.

In January 2026, my physical health began to take a turn. I had a rash that spread rapidly over my whole body – legs, arms, sides, neck, face, back. It was everywhere, except my stomach. I was referred to a dermatologist who told me that my pregnancy hormones basically kicked my eczema that had been in remission into overdrive. I was prescribed prednisone and put on a course of the medication for four weeks.

The rash began to heal and things were starting to look up again.

Except, the prednisone caused my liver to go into distress.

We started weaning me off of the medication, and things started to improve.

Then I had a kidney stone at the beginning of February. A week later I had a gall bladder attack. The next month, I gave birth via c-section because of fetal distress. In April, I suffered from seven more gall bladder attacks (two of which I went to the ER for).

An ERCP, a couple more mild attacks, a visit to the general surgeon, and eight weeks after having a c section I went for surgery to remove my gall bladder.

I am now sitting a week out from my gall bladder surgery.

I guess all of this was a really long way of saying – it’s been a tough year. But, we’re back baby!