I’m unexpectedly revisiting an old journal of thoughts that I opened as I couldn’t remember it’s purpose.
These are the words of postpartum anxiety and postpartum depression.
Attempting to get philosophical about how much I’ve grown or healed since these days is a bit too wax-poetic for the raw pain of what this experience was and sometimes continues to be for me.
But, I can now say, and truly believe, that my kid loves me. 💚
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