Oh, happiness, I am so close to finishing up my memoir about postpartum depression for publication. In the meantime, enjoy a deleted scene!
On the first day of July, I took Pippa to Target and bought towels and pool noodles. It was summer! We were going to swim every weekend!
Target is less than five minutes from my house, but it felt like a voyage to Antarctica. The excursion was exhilarating but exhausting.
I was fighting the depression with every fiber of courage and strength I had in me.
It felt as if something inside my body had broken, and I wanted to fix it on my own.
I did not want anyone else to know how I was suffering.
I did not want anyone’s help.
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