Personally, one of the hardest parts of postpartum depression was the loneliness. I was never not holding a newborn, but consistently felt so miserably lonely. A deafening silence around me that caused my mind to scream that I was failing. I was basically a single parent (even though his dad and I were still together at the time) and needed a friend...or whiskey I thought, but alcohol really isn't a friend I've found and certainly solves no problems. My son wasn't my friend, since all newborns do is cry, eat, poop, and sleep; they’re not great company. His father loved me, but didn't know about the mental minefield I was navigating or my disdain for him every time he went out and I stayed in (which was often throughout my pregnancy/postpartum days), which meant he wasn't much of a friend either. After a few months, I knew that as much as I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, my relationship with his father was failing and I needed adult interaction so t
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