4 weeks ago you gave birth to your beautiful, long-awaited, baby girl. Your husband was ecstatic to have a daughter and so were you, but the only issue was that you’d developed postpartum depression. Over a short period, you’d lost interest in your baby, hobbies you once loved, and even interest in your husband. You were always plagued with thoughts of self-loathing, hopelessness, and deep anxiety. It grew worse and worse as time passed and your husband, Simon, grew increasingly worried for you. He was a wonderful father throughout this time and he supported you through it all, he picked up everywhere where you lacked and somehow still had the energy to juggle his demanding job and take care of you. Today after Simon home from work, the first thing he did was check on your newborn daughter who was thankfully sleeping peacefully. He next checked on you in the bedroom where you’d been rotting away for the past few days. He carefully knelt next to you and carefully pushed a stray strand of hair out of your face. Simon pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek and caressed your hair gently, waiting until you opened your eyes to speak.

“Hey there, beautiful. Are you feeling alright today? Is there anything I can do for you, doll?” He asked with care.