For those who are wondering, this is how it looks inside the head of a new mother, who is suffering from Postpartum Depression- I was holding my newborn in my arms. A bundle of cuteness. My baby was sleeping. Instead of gazing at his adorableness, all I wanted was to throw him in his crib and cry. My heart should be bursting with joy. That’s what everyone said! Then why do I want to run away? What is happening to me?