My depression started off post partum. My pregnancy was planned but extra stressors during my final trimester and a complications with labor left me physically and emotionally wounded.

It took me about 2 months to fall in love with my daughter. But even before that I felt this fierce almost animal need to protect her. I would stare at her for hours trying to figure out where the little alien came from. At night I would nurse her while crying hysterically because I could not connect with her. I would have laid down in front of a train for her but I didn't feel love, and I hated myself for that.

2 years later, I still have depression but I love my daughter dearly. In some ways she is what keeps me going.

My point is, there may be more to it than just post partum depression.