I've had a long history of anxiety and depression. When I was 2 or so, I pulled out all the hair from one side of my head. I don't think I was abused, but really have very few childhood memories. One of my sisters suggests that our mom had PPD, and she remembers me always being in the carriage. I'm having a terrible bout right now. I haven't been able to work since the beginning of December. I'm a social worker and couldn't focus enough to do my job. I dissociate all the time and when I'm not I'm tearful and/or suicidal. I have a psychiatrist who just upped my Zoloft to 200mg last week. I started therapy on Tuesday on a weekly basis. But I don't feel like it's enough. I'm sitting in my bathroom crying while my husband and 5 year old daughter are in the other room. I feel like I'm simultaneously missing my own life and destroying theirs.