I feel you, sister. For the first four months of my pregnancy---and off meds---I felt normal. It was the weirdest feeling in the world and dear God, regular people should feel SO DAMN LUCKY they don't wake up every morning wishing they hadn't. (My shrink thought that somehow the pregnancy hormones reset my brain chemistry.) Then fifth month, BOOM, I'm a nervous wreck who dreads every single second of every single day. Why the sudden hating, brain chemistry?

My flight-or-fight mechanism is out of control, I obsess over everything, and there's a sinking pit in my chest that won't disappear. Most days, I feel like I'm spiraling out of control. I just want the damn bus to stop.