regardless of the sleep deprivation & chemical reasons, postpartum depression is the most reasonable thing in the world. ur fat, in pain, ugly, ur body is broken, u don’t get hobbies 2 work on or accomplishments 2 measure or anything like that really. & all the while every day that passes ur beautiful perfect baby gets a little bit older & a little bit bigger. & after every beautiful transcendent moment of shocking glory big baby beauty, u see a flash of how fragile we all are & how fast life goes. & there’s nothing 2 distract u from the despair!!! ur forced 2 contemplate life & death all day long in ur stupid underpants!!!!!!!!
Sometimes I don’t mind cleaning up the baby’s block puzzles because then I get to do a little puzzle. It’s my turn to put the sheep where the sheep goes
vince gilligan's second ever x-files episode was about a man dying of cancer who refused treatment and instead became a violent murderer because it made him feel stronger in his insecure masculinity. i wonder if he ever wrote something like that again after the x-files