Was supposed to be a time of sheer happiness, joy, excitement. Yet I felt rage, deep sorrow, fear, and self doubt, to name a few. This baby girl was a perfect dream come true. What was wrong with me? I kept it to myself, suffering in silence, surely I couldnt speak of what I was feeling out loud, until I could no longer function. Then I got help, got real with myself, got treatment and after over a year I can say I survived. Although I still struggle. Mostly now with getting to know and understand this new person I've become on the other side of post pardum depression. We as a society desperately need funds to raise awareness and research the best and most effective treatment methods. Please join me in saying, you are not in this alone, we care about you, all moms. Any donation and support is appreciated more then you will ever know.