How true this is! Two years ago I was placed on psychiatric hold for suspected PPD. I spent my hold yelling and screaming at the doctors and nurses. I was sure they did not know what they were doing. "I am a proffessional with a degree in occupational therapy. I have a great job, family and friends…… " I can still hear the echoes of my voice ringing down those halls as I desperatly tried to convince them I was a competent woman! I knew I needed help, I wanted help and I was hell bent on being sure they knew I was "somebody" as if a diagnosis would erase my entire identity.