On The Road To Post-Op Recovery, Depression Hits
I am 5 days post-op. This has been a very rough surgery and recovery for me, harder than any other procedure. Now the depression has settled and I seem to burst into tears at any given moment – completely unprovoked.
I had a full tummy tuck with extensive muscle repair on December 28th. I have had severe problems with pain due to some muscle tears, looseness, and severe abdominal weakness. It contributed to my depression worsening over the past couple of years, so I took a leap of faith (and trusted 6 different doctors who put their recommendation in) and went ahead and had it done.
Yesterday I called my mom to give her an update and began crying as I remembered I did not take one single picture at Christmas and those were memories I could not get back. (I am still emotional over that too) My mother thought I was being so sensitive, mainly because I did not stop crying.


When I was nine I experienced my first major loss. My cousin, 23 and 2 days away from marrying his high school sweetheart, was shot and killed. He was a bank manager, and startled a man robbing the bank while he was working. I was devastated, he was a very big part of my life. To this day, I have never gotten over the moment my father told me there would be no wedding, that he had gone to heaven.
I am very careful to make sure my husband and children always have everything they need, and most of what they want. If the kids need clothes or shoes, they get it. If my husband loses weight and needs new jeans, I take him for new jeans, and if he needs shoes he gets shoes. When it comes to dentist and doctors appointments I am very diligent in making sure I stay on top of it. If they are sick I take care of them and nurse them, if they are upset I comfort them, if they are anxious I calm them down.
I feel battered, beaten, and broken. I feel defeated. I feel overwhelmed with self hate and despair. I feel crippled emotionally, and numb mentally. I feel lost somewhere between reality and a dream. I feel like crawling into a hole and staying there for the next few months. I want to pack my bags and run as far away as possible. I wish I could escape all of this but there is no escape, I cannot run and hide, I cannot cry enough. All I can do is sit here, and try to accept defeat. I have been defeated.
For 2 solid weeks I have been struggling to fight a crippling depressive episode. I still am not quite back from it but I am attempting to believe that if I put my mind to it maybe I can actually overcome it. Well sadly I have determined forcing myself back to reality isn’t exactly the easiest thing to do. I have taken the past three days and I have slowly been working on the chores that have been sorely neglected due to the lack of energy and overwhelming sadness that creeps in and slaps me in the face.