I had more challenging days than good ones. I spent much of the time crying, over nothing and everything. I didn’t respond to logic or reason. I was wallowing in a phase I must have known could only be temporary. I was riddled with anxiety and resentment. I was sad so much of the time, and that made me feel like such an asshole. I wanted to be happy but couldn’t keep the sadness from seeping into my daily life. And because I wasn’t chronically overjoyed all the time, I started to feel guilty. Bringing a new little person into the world was such a blessing, and I felt like a horrible human for
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