It was a Sunday morning.

A snowy one.

One where my husband had to go to work.

I was 4 months postpartum and at the height of postpartum depression… But I didn’t know that.
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I hated myself.

I hated living.

I hated sleeping.

I hated waking up.

I hated going to work.

I hated everything…

… More Postpartum Depression: Part 1 Of My Story