Again, I was reminded today that PPD is a life chanding event. It really hits me when I read something about another women who has gone through PPD and I once again re-live my last 2 years by reading someone else's journey and realize that every thought, pain, memory, fear, etc... has been experienced by someone else.
I have begun to realize though that writing out what I have felt the last 2 years is sorta a healing process for me. For months, I could not even talk to anyone about it, otherwise I would burst into tears. Now, as my head is getting clearer, journaling what I am feeling and thinking about on a daily basis, how I get through each day is helping me.