I made you. I love you. I made you because I love you. So why is it so hard for me to interact with you? Hitting that phase of adult life where most of my friends are getting married and having babies has introduced me to the concept of postpartum depression. And though I’m a single person with no children, hearing about what it’s like to experience postpartum depression made my ears perk up because it sounded so familiar. But not with a baby. With a book. It’s been over a year since the publication and release of my first book. It hasn’t felt at all the way I expected…