I don't know when to write.
I don't know what to write for that matter.
But something went wrong as hell..
And things got really bad.
Post Partum Psychosis, my official diagnosis.
The Nothing as I call it, took control of my life. Eighteen months of my own personal hell. I cant describe what its like to be a mother who looks at her children and feels nothing.
The Nothing took my ability to love.
The Nothing took everything.
My second attempt at a writing goal was to write when things got better.
After that I said I would write when I got better. Be brave with my story so that others will be brave with theirs.
Turns out 'better' is a rather objective term.
Then comes, I will write about it when Im ready to talk about it.
Then I decided that I don't really want to talk about it and I don't really have to. What I went through was very intimate and it is well guarded for a reason.
Just know that I was very, very sick but I am working very, very hard to get better.
Besides its a super long and complicate story!