I don’t know how I will make it through the next several months. I don’t like babies. Or something. I’m lower today that I’ve been in a long time, and there’s no reason for it. This is what I try to explain to people who ask. That one day, you can wake up and be a different person. One day you can clean your house and do laundry and hug your kids. And wake up the next day paralyzed. Unable to nurture, to make eye contact, to relate. Unable to function. Unable to write.
THIS is my life. This is who I am, who my family must adapt to. Do they wonder, when they wake up in the morning, who will greet them?