Okay, so I haven't posted on here in a long time. Read below if you would like. So, the biggest thing to happen to me have been having my daughter than going and being hospitalized for postpartum depression on top of a case of Bipolar. I knew I had postpartum depression and I hated it. I thought the fact that I was aware of it meant it would be okay, that it wouldn't be a problem as long as I was aware of it. Than one day I just lost all the sadness all the hurt I knew no pain, no anxiety, no stress. Nothing but peace. I grew that peace when I knew I was going to kill myself. I have a plan hell I had more than one. I knew no matter what I was going to die that night. It was in the stars. But, a very good friend took me to the hospital. The point is postpartum depression is no joke please if you have it reach out to someone. If you think you have it reach out. Baby blues lasting to long? Reach out. Please.