PPD...
Post Psychosis Diary. I'm beginning to see the aftermath. Running has protected me so far, but I can only run so far. My running was the good sort, the best sort. A run through years of training, of making connections. Getting me to where I am now. The knock in the door yesterday, the daughter of the lady who used to bring me tomatoes from her garden. As her daughter handed me the tomatoes that she grew, as her mother had grown. Handing me the bag and giving me a hug. And I suppose it all just stopped. People see, people want to be kind because we all know how difficult things can be... I don't know what to do. This is the long and short of it. I suspect a genetic link regarding my son's psychosis. But I'm not strong enough to face my son's father - ok, I need to ask myself what do I need to make a meeting possible...so I can cope? But.. Do I need to know the shape, dimensions of what caused a similar breakdown in his sister? If I side with the old adage of knowl...