All right, I'm done. Maybe it's postpartum depression. I'm at my mom's…

All right, I'm done. Maybe it's postpartum depression. I'm at my mom's house now. And she thinks I'm doing everything wrong and that I'm useless myself. Everything reflects on the baby. I understand that she thinks about me and wants only good for me. But damn, it's too much already. Next week I'll go to my dad, maybe then everything will be normal with me. And my mood will be good. Now I need support.