I hadn’t stepped one foot out of the hospital before I started feeling fleeting butterflies in my stomach. First time mom. Hormones. Feeling anxious was not surprising. But after a week, those feelings had turned into full blown Postpartum Anxiety. Sleep was of no avail to me. Food was not staying down. And panic attacks appeared out of nowhere for no reason whatsoever. I was stuck in my own living version of hell. Then I became acquaintances with this stigmatized little yellow pill named Zoloft. As we got to know each other, we had our ups and downs. Figuring out how much of him I could stand, how long I wanted him in my life. After ending the relationship twice, I came to the realization that he made me a better person. A better mom. A better wife. And if I needed that little yellow pill to be a better me, than so be it. Since that time almost six years ago, I have taken that horrific experience in my life and turned it into something positive. I’ve educated myself on perinatal mood and anxiety disorders. I’ve learned that I wasn’t the only one suffering. I was not alone. I learned that sharing my story with others not only helped them, but was truly healing for my own wellbeing. I learned that there truly was a light at the end of the tunnel. You will see that light one day. And YOU are not alone, and this will get better!