care. Because I was expected to care for a baby, I was expected to push through the sleep deprivation, debilitating anxiety, depression, and exhaustion. Sometimes, I would be excessively overwhelmed, and everyone would tell me that the way I felt was normal. So, I started to believe them. I believed that it was normal to feel like the world crashing around you was normal. Now, at forty, I knew better. I knew this dense, heavy storm-cloud about my head wasn’t normal. And most of all, the person who put it there was the man who should have only brought light into my life.
