Post-Partum Depression Doesn’t Mean You Are A Bad Mom

There was a time in the past when all I hoped for were 2 red lines showing up in a small glass window. As small as they were, those 2 lines held power in my eyes.

Their presence symbolized a realization of dreams greedily awaited. Their absence -a painful reminder that I would yet remain a lonely outsider trying to scale that insurmountable border wall, beyond which lay…