On this thrilling day, watching the Chilean miners rise up out of the ground triumphant, I came upon a piece on NJ.com from a mother writing about the mine rescue and comparing it to her experience with postpartum depression.

I love this:

"Children teach us to be resilient, to bounce back. They pull us out of the deepest, darkest places and hoist us back into the light.

My first lesson in this was Postpartum Depression. As much as I thought PPD was because of my daughter, I learned that it was, ironically, my daughter that saved me from it. Watching her and learning from the lessons that her little life was teaching taught me how to be a woman. When I felt trapped and buried, it was my daughter that hoisted me back to the surface again.

She taught me to hold on."

My husband and baby boy helped bring me up from the deep hole of PPOCD, along with the professional help I received. It was because of them that I didn't give up.