Make sure you take care of yourself. I did not, I did not want to accept my PPD diagnosis; I was ashamed, embarrassed and devastated with it. I couldn't understand why I could handle things before and now I was unable to. I ignored things that I should not have for way too long (I was diagnosed with A was about 4-5 months) and I paid the price. I hurt my family and said just awful things to my DH.
I know I am being a little vague, but it is not something that I want posted all over the web, but it was not good... And, part of me is just not ready to talk about what happened.
What I do want to say is that those of you who sent me Christmas cards really lifted my spirits and could not have come at a more perfect time. It reminded me that you are all always here if I need support and I need to remember to use your shoulders to cry, vent and *** to.
I'm doing better and I can email those of you that want the dirty details...but it might not be for a few weeks. We had a wonderful Christmas and I have an incredible DH who told my parents in the middle of my breakdown that he is not leaving and he is in it for the long haul. I am just counting my blessings of a supportive family, a wonderful DH, and a group of women I can trust my feelings with. So thank you!