Never Break The Chain (Completed)

Epilogue

1985
"I feel alot better this time around." I said happily as I held Cliff and I's son, Ronald Franky Williams. "I'm so glad I didn't have to go through that post partum depression shit again."

Cliff frowned slightly at the memory, sitting himself next to me and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

"I don't know why I feel like this." I said to myself as I peered down at my newborn daughter, Angela-Adelaide Williams. I'm forever grateful for my support group of strong women around me to help me through this. I keep telling myself and them that it's just the baby blues, but I know more than anyone how delicate mental health can be, I mean I lost a friend to suicide for fucks sakes.

Cliff came home soon after that. He did his usual routine of taking care of the baby for the rest of the night and cuddling me after, but one day I was gonna have to realize that this isn't normal.

"I thought about suicide today Cliff." I hung my head in shame, looking down at my shoes so I didn't have to see the sadness in his eyes.

"Mel.." He pulled me into a tight hug. "I've been thinking for along time that you should go see someone about your..." He stopped his sentence "Remember Angela? I don't wanna see you dead here..."

"My therapist says its a good sign that I don't have any symptoms." I said cheerfully as I greeted four year old Angela coming to see her little brother.

"Well that's good news." An eighth month pregnant Jolene said as she came into the room along side the same gestation Autumn.

Cliff smiled. " It sure is."

So yeah, I've been through some shit. Lost my best friends, had postpartum depression. But I've also witnessed the amazing strength of my mother fighting cancer, and have wonderful friends, wonderful husband, and two wonderful children. I know they'd all be proud of me. I know everything will be okay.