I still remember the gush of cool air on my face and the smoky smell of burning charcoal as the train shunted off. The platform slid out of sight giving way to open rail yards strewn with gigantic metal beams. The city would make a brief appearance before melting into acres of green farmland interspersed with little towns from where kids would wave to us as the train sped past them.
July 2013 – I was drowning. Under information I had not pinned on Pinterest. I was having problems breastfeeding. Postpartum depression was driving me and everyone around me up the wall. My manager had already e-mailed to check when I would be coming back to work and I was terrified, even at the thought of getting back to work.
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