Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Dear Small Boy #3

Dear Small Boy is a series of letters about perinatal depression. To read part one, click here.

Dear Small Boy,

Sometimes making you makes me feel so, so bad. I get so angry. I get so sad. I feel so worthless. I feel so scared of losing everything. It happens so fast and I feel like I'm being pulled down, down, down into the undertow and I'm going to drag everyone and everything I care about down with me.

When making you makes me feel so bad, the rest of the world seems dim and hazy. I feel like I'm walking in a dream. I look around and see so many good things, but I can't believe that the good things are real because the bad things feel so much real-er. It's scary because I can't tell the difference.

Your dad tells me he loves me and makes me dinner.

"Is this real?" I ask.

"Yes, this is real", he says. He holds my hand.

And even though it still doesn't feel real, I decide to believe him.


Your Mother


  1. Odd. Here's sumtin that aint odd.
    God bless your indelible soul.

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