When I came back from the states, I had a bit of an identity crisis. Looking back on it, almost 6 weeks later, I know there were a lot of factors that resulted in me sliding back into the black pit of hopelessness. But as a mother, every time I do end up here again, I don’t have the option of crawling back under my quilt and spending the day there. Yes, I take naps whenever I can (mainly because when I feel like this, my insomnia is particularly bad) but I don’t get a “day off” pursay. So instead, I fake it. I’ve had to fake confidence in myself…