If You’re Experiencing Intrusive Thoughts From PPD, You’re Not Alone
Every time I held my son in those first months, my brain showed me the same terrifying image: dropping him. Not tripping, not stumbling — just letting go. What made…
Every time I held my son in those first months, my brain showed me the same terrifying image: dropping him. Not tripping, not stumbling — just letting go. What made…
One (very) early morning after my son was born, I went into his room to change his clothes and diaper after a bottle. I turned to toss his spit-up-covered sleeper…