Six years.

My daughter hasn't even been alive six years. Just four, yet I feel I've known her forever.

Six years. Two thousand, one hundred and ninety days, give or take.

Longer than the time I spent at college.

Longer than the time I've lived in most houses.

Wow.

On July 13, 2004 I started Postpartum Progress with this post. Going back and reading it now literally gives me the chills. My hair is standing on end. I'd like to think I have been accomplishing the mission I created for myself and this blog and I can't believe I haven't given up or quit along this long road. I had no plan other than what you see written in that post. I hadn't thought of Six Things yet, or the Mother's Day Rally, or the Surviving & Thriving Mothers Photo Album yet, or "plain Mama English". I didn't have the logo. I didn't have any connections in the blogosphere. I hadn't met all the great people at PSI yet or all the awesome bloggers I've come to know. I didn't have a Twitter account or a Facebook Fan Page. I didn't have diddly squat. I think that for the first two years I may have had a total of 3 people read this blog.

I have now spent six years with postpartum depression, figuratively speaking. Six years writing about every aspect I can think of.

And I love it.

Thank you for reading. I hope it can continue to help women who seek answers and support.