I’m pretty sure I’m depressed. Not as in “sad” or “angsty”, but what headshrinks mean when they say “depressed”. I feel listless and deflated. I’m taking care of Stacey and the baby but I’m doing it like an automaton. it takes too much energy to smile. all I really want to do is sit and stare… or sleep. it’s not just a matter of fatigue; I’m getting sufficient rest. I can’t even be cheered by looking at Kashti, asleep in his sling.
I wonder, is there such a thing as male post-partum depression?