Persistence isn’t always a good thing


I had another breakdown today.

I’m not even really sure what happened, but I know it had something to do with a dirty house and I’m pretty sure there was well-intended joke from my husband.

Side note: I think he’s right that I’ve lost some of my sense of humor.

(But don’t tell him I said that.)

Before I knew what was happening, I was alone in the house, collapsed on my bed in a fit of tears.

What the fuck?

Postpartum depression can be such a persistent bitch.

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