  urlLink cadence90 : "At the time, I didn't talk to anybody about it, because I felt ashamed that having a baby had not exactly blessed me with happiness, inner peace, and fulfillment -- in fact, I felt like my head was a bad neighborhood that it was better not to go into alone. Like everybody else, I had heard of postpartum depression, but it never occurred to me that I had it. I mean, when you're depressed you should feel like listening to blues albums and staying in bed, right?
Yet I felt really agitated; I couldn't sleep, and I had no interest in food. I felt like Lou Reed at the end of a speed jag. And it didn't go away after a few days, or a few weeks, or even a few months. Finally, I steeled myself to talk to my doctor about it, willing myself not to fall apart in his examining room.
What finally got me to go was that I had been surreptitiously doing a little research online to try to figure out what was wrong with me, and I was starting to understand that maybe I did have postpartum depression, even though it didn't fit my preconcieved notion of what depression looked like. Then I read a study that said that the infants of depressed mothers showed delays in cognitive development. " 
