Stripped by debilitating depression of the capacity to love meant healing inside before truly bonding with another
“Mommy can’t play with you anymore,” my husband told my one-year-old daughter. In 2010, I was half alive and lying on the couch. Though the words hurt to hear, they were true. I was exhausted and in pain. I’d get dizzy just from being exposed to the sun walking to my car. I couldn’t play outside with my daughter, I…
