NINA POV
I sat in my room, staring at the blank wall as tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt a heavy weight on my chest, one that no amount of deep breaths or closing my eyes could ever ease. The overwhelming sad emotions that I couldn’t control, didn’t even want to control, crashed over me like waves I hadn’t expected to rise so high. And with each tear, I felt my grip on myself loosening. My baby’s cries from the next room echoed in my ears, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even do anything. It felt as though the cries were distant, coming from another world, but they were there,harsh, desperate, a reflection of how I felt inside.
I knew something was wrong with me. The guilt gnawed at my insides like an animal slowly consuming me from within. Maybe this was postpartum depression, maybe
