has not been a good day. PPD is kicking my butt, and I’m having a hard time staying on my feet.
Already this morning I have lost my temper too many times to count admit, and the day is not even halfway over. My emotions surge between anger, suffocating guilt, sadness and complete emptiness.
My heart is breaking for the life my children have to endure at the hands of my illness.
Why is it so hard to ask for help? Why am I so afraid??
Why, when I feel this way inside, will I paste on a happy face when my friends come over and when my husband gets home… pretending that it’s all ok?
Because… that’s all I know.
I don’t have the strength for anything more.