See that's the thing about ppd .. I know I have it. I see her lurking in the corners. She sets the stove on high so that my temper is boiling over whenever someone looks at me and says "so. Is that what babies are suppose to do?" " didn't you give him Tylenol " " oh have you tried..." yes. Yes dammit I've tried singing my sunshine on repeat for hours. I've tried rocking him. I've tried crying with him. But this small hole in my ship isn't one I can just fix quite yet. 

People say if you pick him up he'll be spoiled... well whenever you've listened to crying for the past 48 hours I'll do near damn anything to get him to just shhhhh. 

Shhhhh. It's okay young momma. I know it's hard. I see you across the street crying ripping out hair throwing objects out if frustration. I hear you. You sobbing , your prayers, your prayers, I hear you. Don't think you're alone. I know you try but you don't wanna sound bad. Or don't wanna break. It's okay young mama. This WILL pass , not the tantrums , but you'll gain patience and a kind tongue. You'll be able to think clearly and not cry when someone gives you advice because young mama we know you're trying SO hard. We see you. Now that being said, cry. Pick up some sunflowers. Smell them. Absorb some sunshine. Step back and breathe. If you're angry ; walk. Pack him up and walk around to cool off that boiling pot. Young mama. It's gonna be okay.