Last night I held the first board meeting of Postpartum Progress Inc., the non-profit. To be honest, for 90 minutes prior to the conference call I really felt like throwing up.

What am I doing? I have no idea how to run a non-profit. This is way too big an undertaking. How the heck am I going to get this stuff done? I must be kidding myself.

And then we had the meeting. When it was over, I walked into the family room, plopped down on the couch next to my husband, and cried my eyes out. These were not tears of sadness. Or tears for fears. (If you were around in the 80s, you'll get that joke.) They were tears of unadulterated joy.

We hit the JACKPOT ladies. The Jack. Pot. The board was engaged, passionate, excited, dedicated, full of great ideas. I was blown away. I'm so excited I could spontaneously combust. Into little tiny pieces of happiness.

I know you feel like no one cares. And in a way, you're right. A lot of people don't. We have yet to convince everyone how important the issue of perinatal mood and anxiety disorders is. How these illnesses can hurt the lives of mothers and their children forever if left unchecked. As much as society would like to think everyone now knows everything they need to know about PPD, that couldn't be further from the truth. It's going to change though. Not by next week, but soon. I know this.

The people who were on that call truly care about you. They are going to make a difference in ways large and small. I wish you could have heard everything that was said. I am ready to kick some PPD ass, and so are they.

Watch out world, because here we come.