I'm so glad this week is over. When you're already dealing with PPD the struggles of everyday life are magnified 100 times more, but this week has truly been hell. I honestly don't think I can cry anymore. Between uncontrollable mood swings, a busted pipe in the bathroom that spewed a leak, and
more importantly our baby boy being diagnosed with Torticollis and now needing physical therapy, I feel like my world is coming down. I was told it was a rare condition, but so far I've heard stories from...