My Story: I had this weird feeling I couldn't pin. I was anxious, scared, full of joy, nervous, depressed, frustrated and joyful. I thought the bad would pass. But it didn't. Three months in I was diagnosed with PPD. I hated my life as a new mom. I wanted to be everything to my daughter and I felt like I couldn't give it to her. I felt like I was drowning. All my friends who had babies after me, were so happy and full of life! I felted so ashamed. But with a support group I managed to find my way back. I feel like a recovering addict. I was so used to feeling like a victim. Now I feel like a mom finally. My baby turns one tomorrow. It's still lingers but I now see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm much stronger than I thought I was. Having that baby was the best thing for me and. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with her.