Postpartum Anxiety

The silence that followed childbirth was deafening.

A loneliness so profound, it felt like the weight of the world rested on my shoulders.

I had envisioned motherhood as a symphony of joy, but the reality was a melancholy hum.

My body, once a canvas of vibrant life, now bore the marks of time and struggle.

My mind, a maze of thoughts and fears, struggled to find its way.

The visions that haunted me were like dark whispers in the night.

Fears that I couldn't shake, terrors that I couldn't share.

I felt like a shipwrecked sailor, lost at sea, clinging to the wreckage of my sanity.

The weight of responsibility was crushing, the fear of failure suffocating.

In the midst of these fears, I had a vision that shook me to my core – my baby drowning in the pool.

It was a fleeting moment, but the terror lingered, a reminder of the fragility of life and the depth of my fears.

As I navigate motherhood, I'm still grappling with the aftermath of childbirth.

The memories of those early days linger, a bittersweet reminder of the challenges I faced.

I'm learning to cherish the moments with my child, even as I struggle to quiet the fears that whisper in the darkness.