They would always be silent when I would talk about the loss of my child. They were helping me grieve for all of two months before they said that they didn’t understand the postpartum depression. When I fell into a deep depression, they told me that I should pray my way out of it. My grams said that’s what her mother taught her, so my mom had no choice. They’d even once blamed me for my own depression because they said I wasn’t even trying to be happy.
ARE THEY DEADASS?! they’re seriously gonna piss me off
