I've just left said party. I was not the life of the party. I was, as my mood suggests, pensive. I practically only stopped thinking enough to talk to a friend who is pregnant about the potential severity of ppd and to tell her the healing power of music. She said, "music huh?" I told my best friend that I am afraid I am losing my mind again. I told her that I begged you guys in tears to listen to a song because I needed you to feel it. Maybe that was over the top. But, no one understands what I am saying. I asked her if I needed to share this with my pdoc and she said he will only put me on more meds.

Francesca Battistelli