I Am Digging Myself Out of the Grave

My ongoing battle with post-partum depression

Photo by Volkan Olmez on Unsplash

Each day I awoke to a gray existence — gray walls, gray skin, gray food. I looked out the windshield each day on my drive to work and was greeted with gray skies. It came quickly and unexpectedly. Honestly, I don’t think I could tell you exactly when it happened. I just know that each day the colors started to disappear, the songs from the radio gradually…