It's the sleeplessness and the overeating.
It's the front you put on like you're coping.
It's the duvet you hide under as soon as you walk through the door.
It's the isolation you force upon yourself by never leaving the house.
It's hiding inside even when the weather's bright and the air is warm.
It's the dishes that sit uncleaned for 7 days.
It's the guilt you feel for not being enough for your child.
It's the failure to do daily chores that you know need to get done.
It's the complete lack of energy as if someone has sucked out your soul.
It's the fantasies of a different you, the one you wish you could be.