I really want to celebrate the fact that there is finally a drug on the market specifically designed for fighting postpartum depression. But then I read about it.
We may have been safe, but we were not unscathed. I felt the potential catastrophes around each corner. And in the shadows lurked the great What Ifs. The Could Have Beens packed themselves into each crack of my surface.
I wish I would have known more about postpartum depression then. I wish I would have tried harder to be a better friend to her. I remember the friends in our circle shunning her for her behavior.