Everyday Susa

*Deep breath* Writing about PPD is....difficult. It's scary because it leaves you vulnerable. Not the mild, cute sort of vulnerable, but naked-in-a-crowd vulnerable. It's telling your friends, relatives, and strangers that all was not as it appeared. It's admitting to and describing the agonizing thought process of a PPD sufferer. It's hoping and praying that your audience will understand that your illness was just that--an illness. That your illness was not your fault, and that you are not a bad mom. It's reliving those dark, crushing days so that others can comprehend that it's real. It's retelling those agonizing, silent moments so that others will know they are not alone. It's baring your soul to a world that will never fully understand. Writing and talking about PPD? It's terrifying stuff. Every time we tell a tragic story, it's the first time someone else has heard it. And when it's someone's first time, they process it. The