I'm so proud of all you Warrior Moms out there, as well as other readers of Postpartum Progress, who will stop at nothing to help a mom or mom-to-be who is suffering. This community fills my heart in ways you cannot imagine.

A little over a week ago I asked you to reach out to a mom who was suffering. You did. You went to her blog, Belly Laughs,and provided numerous comments of support. Here was herresponse:

"Thank you everyone. The support and concern has been overwhelming. I am so touched by your words. I read the comments nearly every day and they do help me through difficult times. Thank you again. I am amazed by the kindness of strangers!"

Just look at the power you have to help heal!!!!!!!

What she doesn't realize, of course, is that we aren't strangers. We are sisters. Everyone who goes down this dark road joins the sisterhood of Warrior Moms, and we are and will always be here for each other. We love each other. Thevast majoritythat survive. The few that don't. All of them are loved. If you are suffering right now, know that we believe in you and love youtoo.

The teenagers have the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The Southern belles have the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. And those of us who've had a perinatal mood or anxiety disorder have the sisterhood of Warrior Moms.

Ireally liked the honesty ofthis post I read today from greenmama called "How My Life Got All Shitty." (If that doesn't some up PPD, what would?)

"I tried to tell my husband how I was feeling; lying awake staring at the ceiling and the clock while the baby was sleeping; praying, praying, praying that I could just go to sleep and everything would be okay again; hating myself and what was going on inside of me because it felt abnormal, unmotherly, inhumane, everything that I would never ever wish for myself or on anyone else; wishing that somehow my baby would just go away."

She calls herself the neighborhood fruit loop now. She isn't. We know better. Go tell her so.