It’s Thursday night at 10pm and I’m sitting in a hotel room in Houston. I’m here attending the Postpartum Support International annual conference. I got here Tuesday and have spent the last two days attending official PSI certification training. I highly recommend it. Tomorrow the conference begins. Being here is so inspiring — so many of the attendees are survivors and you can see it in every face how important it is to them that we do better. We know what it is like to feel so alone and uninformed and we all are now dedicated to changing that. This place is crawling with warrior chicks. If you’re not here, I’ll try to do some liveblogging over the next two days to let you know what is happening. (It may be tough because I’m having a hard time getting a wireless signal in the Grand Ballroom — we’ll see …)

Sidebar: There is a very strange noise outside. It sounds like someone is jackhammering. That better stop soon or I might go flying down to the lobby and cause a scene. Don’t they know how much people who have had mental illnesses NEED THEIR SLEEP?!?!?!?!?!?!

Anyway, this is a lovely hotel and the people in Houston (Deborah Sorenson, George Parnham and Sherry Duson, among others) have done a great job putting the conference together. Tonight they held a special dinner for all of the PSI coordinators from around the U.S. (and one who came in from Canada) who work so hard all year long for little accolades and no pay to keep abreast of everything that goes on in their state, answer calls from everyone who needs help, host support groups and so much more. It was so nice to be able to tell those in attendance how grateful I am for their dedication. How I would have loved to have known about even one of them when I was in my dark days.

Talk to you tomorrow …