So Stealthy Was a Syndrome

I would not have taken up writing had I known that postpartum syndrome would hound me after the completion of each and every one of my manuscripts. It started stalking me immediately after I had handed the manuscript of my first book, "Outpourings of the Heart", to the printer. I was then in my car on my way home!

I had this mystifying sensation of feeling very empty in my life. I had no problems, neither emotional nor financial, whatsoever then. I just didn't know what was overwhelming me so much. The emptiness seemed to be killing me!

I was so impotent to do anything to relieve this overpowering onslaught of ennui. Fortunately, the postpartum depression suddenly disappeared as it had surfaced so mysteriously. I became calm, collected and normal again.


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There is nothing to writing – All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
Ernest Hemingway