When the fog dissipated, I slipped comfortably back into my shoes and I felt present. A sense of calmness soon waved through my soul and my thoughts became still. It was within this peaceful quiet of my mind that I became acutely aware of my surroundings. It’s like the world around me had been painted like a new beautiful portrait; waiting for me to rediscover it all.

For when you live in the fog of postpartum depression you don’t notice…

How bright colourful lights are.

The way that fresh fallen snow makes everything seem so still.

The way the bitter air creates those rosy cheeks I long to kiss.

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