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  • I was 2 ½. My brother had recently been born. I know now that my mom had postpartum depression.

    I was pushing a pram around the house in circles - - through the living room, through the dining room, through the kitchen. Repeat.

    On one lap I saw my mom in a chair crying. I never saw her crying. I asked her what was wrong.

    She said, “ Everything is so awful and you are no help.”

    I felt horrified; I remember thinking I had done something wrong and it was my fault and I was no help.
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