All my life i dreamed of being a mom. A dream, the realisation of which cost me time, pain, anguish and a lot of tears. After all the hardship i had to endure i thought i would be over the moon when i saw my beautiful baby girl. But it was different. As much as i love her i realised that i dont love myself anymore. I dont recognise the person in the mirror. I feel captive in my body. As days pass by my former self becomes a distant memory. Ive realised that one can never be certain of what they want in life. Attaining your wants dosent always equate to happiness. Nobody acknowledges postpartum depression. I think it's time that we talk about it. I think its time rise above the turbulent waves and salvage our lost selves. Life as we know it is change. Adaptation is the only way .