"R U OK?" - Postnatal Depression & Why I'll never be 'one of those mums'

I was struggling. I was exhausted, I wasn't eating properly, my nipples were so over being shoved into a cold breast pump in the middle

HOW OCPD TURNED US TO MINIMALISM.. AND WHY WE WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY

We created space. We created time. And just like that, my husband got his wife back.. and I got my life back.