… maybe I am experiencing PPD.
I’ve come to the realization that I really have become detached from everything and everyone in my life this past month. The only thing that matters to me is my perfect little boy. I didn’t really see what I was doing (or not doing) but haven’t even been taking care of myself; sometimes I go the entire day without anything but water in my system and it doesn’t even phase me. It’s as if I feel things have gotten so bad that I don’t even matter anymore – the only thing that constantly matters is my little boy. I’m not ignorant to the fact that I need to take care of myself to take care of him, but for some reason its just not happening that way.
What a sad little blog post this is, but I feel the need to vent my revelation so it’s not just another thought trapped in my head as I feel I am.