I'm getting better.
I can tell when I'd rather take Miles to a park than sit at home with him.
I can tell when he starts screaming, and I feel the urge to run to him, instead of away.
I can tell by the excitement I feel when taking him somewhere new, instead of panic.
Sometime after Boot Camp, everything . . . just clicked. Panic attacks became less and less frequent. I began to feel happier, more connected to the world, less afraid of what might happen. And I feel myself falling in love with my son all over again. Seeing him in a new light, and enjoying things about him that I'm not sure I would have noticed before.
Last weekend, I finally got up the courage to ask Patrick and Stacey if they had noticed a difference. I was afraid that this change was all in my imagination - things were supposed to get better, so I was pretending they had. So, I had to ask.
I was pleasantly surprised when they told me that I seem happier. More myself than I have been.
When I first posted about my PPA, I received a wonderful letter from a family member who had gone through the same thing after the birth of one of her children. She wrote to tell me I was not alone. That others had survived it before me. That depression and anxiety does not define those that struggle with it. That it is possible to be happy and productive again.
She was right. And I love her for sharing.