Moments of joy on dark days   I believe it was postpartum depression.  It lasted about 7 weeks, ebbing and flowing. Some days the gloom is not there at all, and my heart is light, my energy full.  Some days the dark thoughts start the moment my brain moves from sleep to consciousness, and I feel fragile, and raw.  As I come back into the light again now, I look back and am grateful for Ryan, for family, for friends, and for the Word that reminded me of unchanging truths when my emotions swirled.   I can’t add anything to the wealth of wisdom and deep, deep faith of the spiritual giants who…