I'm changing my two-week-old son's nappy. He bursts into 涙／ほころびs. His 涙／ほころびs 爆発する my heart but I can't 慰安 him because I'm 爆発するing too, only I wish I had the primal courage to cry out like him. I am unable to soothe him. To tell him everything will be 承認する, because I'm not sure that's true. I've not told anyone about the days of incessant racing thoughts and snakes of paranoia, the strangling 苦悩 and はびこる insomnia. I'm embarrassed because it sounds 'strange', '劇の' and 'silly', but nothing is '承認する' any more. So how can I say, out loud, that the day my son was born, and the 残虐な, postnatal, abstract hours since, have been the very worst days of my life? Stunned with 恐れる and 医療の 介入 and now whatever this is.
