I had a wonderful experience of post partum psychosis. It helped me bond with my baby, trust myself to do the right thing by him, even helped me with breast feeding, sleeping, and standing up for what I knew was best for him. I was completely convinced that he was an angel sent from heaven, and on several occasions I saw him flying round the room. He'd just up and whizz about, and it made me so happy to see it. Of course, he can't have actually flown, but I think I can interpret that experience as being positive, and helping me be a better, more confident mother. It lasted no more than a couple of months. By the time he'd stopped flying he'd started crawling at any rate. I used to describe it to people afterwards as post natal euphoria, and I've often wondered if anyone else had similarly happy experience of what was, all things considered, madness.