People - they are a disappointment in life. They think they are the only important people. All my life, I have spent on their terms. Thinking about their comfort, adjusting my life on their schedule, their priorities. I wonder I came to this world for them or for myself. Sometimes it’s always the closest people who hurt you the most. In my case, my parents, my life partner- the hurtful things, the unkind words, the lack of effort, not being able to understand postpartum depression and what it did to me when they decided to hurt me with their lack of awareness of how a mother should be cared for when in her vulnerability. Why can’t I be a priority? My happiness, my comfort, my sleep, my food, my health, body image, pain of loneliness, bitter words. I have suffered all and a 6 month postpartum has lasted more than 2 years. Why? Why did they not let me heal?