When I had postpartum depression I felt so much guilt. All the time. It was like an appendage.
If I went to bed early, I felt guilty about abandoning Nathan. But if I went to bed at a normal time, I felt guilty that I was being too needy and clingy, not letting him have some downtime.
I felt guilty about making breakfast. What sort of mother was I? Leaving Pippa to play on her mat for five minutes unattended so I could prepare a bowl of oatmeal? MONSTER!!!!
I felt guilty about leaving Pippa alone in her crib to start a load of laundry. I should have waited until Pippa went to bed at night to do chores.
I felt guilty that I was not leaving the house more often.
I felt guilty about wanting to leave the house.
I felt guilty for feeling guilt.
I felt guilty for not feeling guilty enough.