Before the birth of my daughter in late 2019, I was filled with excitement and anticipation. I knew there would be stress—midnight wake-ups, early mornings—but balanced by joy and discovery.
What I was not prepared for was the listless mental fog that enveloped me. When I returned to the office, it was nearly impossible to concentrate. At home in the evenings, all I wanted was to play video games and be left alone. And after the pandemic hit a few months later, I plunged into a pit of emptiness and self-loathing like nothing I had ever experienced, even after a lifetime struggling with depression.
