Gray..

I was reading through different articles, blogs, and poems, etc about postpartum depression when I came across a poem that spoke of living in the gray and it just SHOUTED out at me. That's how I feel and it puts into perspective..
a word picture if you will..
I can get up and take care of my children and even be a wife but it's all done while living in the gray.
I feel off..
in a fog, no focus, memory seems so fuzzy,
I lack joy..in being a mother and being a wife..with life..
wanting to be alone and run away and hide..
losing my patience more than normal..
feeling overwhelmed
 confused
 etc...

Living in the gray...