I like this post from Amber at Beyond Postpartum, who writes about her traumatic childhood, the trauma of postpartum anxiety and how both have left her a changed person. She wonders aloud whether others have carried something with them from the experience, or have been able to move on and leave PPD behind. I relate to what Amber wrote, as I suffered childhood trauma as well. (For that story, and more resources, click here.)

I feel changed by PPOCD, but at this point primarily in a good way because I feel as though I have more sympathy for others, am more in touch with my emotionsand am less judgmental. And of course it ended up giving me my life's work, which I LOVE.

At the same time, however, I would have been just fine neverEVER knowing that your mind can do things you don't want it to do. The intrusive thoughts scared the BEJEEZUS out of me and I would prefer never having had to be that scared. I would have been MORE fine not being cheated out of a wonderful experience with my son when he was an infant. And I would be happy without the guilt I carry, even though I know I shouldn't, that every single thing that is even mildly wrong with my children is somehow my fault because of PPOCD. I'm pretty good at managing that guilt, or outright ignoring it when necessary, but it's still there, winking at me with anasty grin.

All I can do is make the choice to focus on all of the good that has come out of a heinous experience. I can't live in the guilt zone, or the angry zone, or the disappointed zone. Or I won't anyway. Or I try not to on the days when it comes sneaking in trying to derail me.

My children love me. My children are happy, healthy and free. I love them back immeasurably. I can handle the battle scars in return for that.