@Bronwyn

I had a similar experience 5 years ago. I was suffering from postpartum depression greatly enhanced by my daughter's biological father being extremely cruel and demeaning (he actually suggested I kill myself, if that gives you an idea).

I sat in front of my computer with about a dozen pill bottles in front of me and AIM up, where I was lucky enough to have a friend online who told me, "Please, I know what you're thinking, but don't make me tell your teenage daughter why her mom's not around."

That was exactly what I needed to hear. He followed it up with, "Go talk to someone--now." I got up and woke my parents up and told them I needed help. I spent one day a week day for the next four months sitting in a leather chair at a church counselor's office. 3 years later, when my son was born, the PPD returned, but this time I had a wonderful husband and a family who had already been down the road with me before.

Thank you for not shying away from the serious topics, Drama Mamas. You earned a lot of rep with me today. :-)