It’s my birthday 🎂. I’m feeling a little in awe of getting to celebrate another year. Last year, I was deeply affected by my postpartum depression and anxiety. I remember holding my infant and wondering if I unalived myself then, if she’d be okay until my spouse got home. I wondered if she was little enough to forget me, so that I’d only ruin one kid by ending it. I am really thankful I made it out of that place. postpartum