“You maligned us! You broke our confidentiality! You terrible, terrible man!”
Sury Freund was a young mother with overlapping depression and anxiety following the birth of her first baby.
She and her husband were from Brooklyn and they were nearing the two-year anniversary of their time together in Eretz Yisrael as a young kollel couple.
“I just feel down. But not just down — completely squished. Like a balloon they let the air out of that’s barely floating. And the fear I have of something happening to the baby is absolutely awful,” she told me as she continued to describe her symptoms, painting a classic picture of postpartum depression.
Sury had been referred by her husband’s rosh kollel, a sweet fellow I knew from the Romema neighborhood in Jerusalem. Often there is a lot of denial about this condition, which causes unnecessary pain and heartache. But Sury knew something was off and desperately wanted to get her life back on track.
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