Dear Antenatal Depression,
You suck the joy and the passion from my days and the peace from my nights. You suck the strength from my limbs and the clarity from my mind. You drain the colour from the world, leaving only grey.
Grey days and nights that fall together in a row, one after another.
You take the light from me. You take the smile from my lips as I watch my children play. You have sucked the joy from my heart and the colour from my cheeks. Everything you touch is dessicated.
Your greed has swallowed my pride, my pleasure, the excitement of my tiny baby’s first kicks. My daughter’s first steps. You have taken the first four months of my pregnancy from me.
You were so sly at first, the way you crept into my being. I was so sick, I barely noticed the hold you took until it was too late.
I wanted to let you know that I’m doing better now. I’m doing better and I’m coming for you.