I had one at 20 when my high school sweetheart was killed. I was out of my mind for a year but those first two months were spent just going through the motions in some alternative reality. I don't remember a lot but I'm surprised it didn't kill me.

I also went pretty nuts after I had my son but the lack of support from my doctor was astounding. I told them they would see me on the news after they told me I had to wait six weeks to see the doctor. How I didn't end up hospitalized is beyond me. Maybe I broke then, too. PPD is like nothing I've ever experienced. Never again. My husband got the snip when I was eight weeks PP.