Depression

by keotey1228

Some may think birth is a happy, joyful time. One spent with the love of your life, enjoying your newfound parenthood. But for me, it's so much worse.

2. It's Always Me

Kim POV

I didn't remember anything after that. I did feel stuff. Stuff I did not like. I did not know what it was though. And I had memory of what happened early that day.

I woke at separate intervals. Once during the SpongeBob Square Pants theme song.

Again, when the door bell rang. A pizza guy said, "Delivery!"

And once again at the end of a scary movie. What was it, The Muppets?

The hundredth time I woke up was when I started feeling the feelings. I was also very cold. Why is that? I thought to myself again.

Then there was a loud knock on the door. Voices were screaming, and the feelings stopped abruptly.

I lay on a hard surface, in the middle of a cold storm. I could hear yelling, and exclamations. The next thing I knew, I was warm. Being scooped up and for the first time that day, on a soft surface.

I smiled and said,

"Thanks."