January 31, 2009 in Deeper Than Down
I am not depressed.
Lucky me, right?
Yet depression has become an inalienable presence in my life over the past few months and its impact has been devastating.
In May 2008, I gave birth to my second daughter. She died during labour. There was no reason, no explanation. She was perfect, but she died.
My husband spoke at her funeral. As he struggled to articulate his feeling of loss, my then 20-month-old daughter piped up: Daddy’s crying.