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DISCLAIMER: Criminal Minds and its characters are in no way mine, and, assuming you don't count my borderline obsession with it, I have absolutely notta to do with the show or CBS or anything else related.

It was dark, darker than a place like this should be. She turned a full 180 trying to get her bearings. That's when she saw him, saw the look in his eyes- a look she knew all too well, a look that brought out her most primal fears.

Her breathing was ragged, she was beginning to hyperventilate but fought for control of her mind and body. She pushed her way through the crowds of people, finding gaps and openings by instinct and luck as much as intention. She knew there was a place she could stop and breath, if she could only get to it.

DISCLAIMER: Criminal Minds and its characters are in no way mine, and, assuming you don't count my borderline obsession with it, I have absolutely notta to do with the show or CBS or anything else related.

It was dark, darker than a place like this should be. She turned a full 180 trying to get her bearings. That's when she saw him, saw the look in his eyes- a look she knew all too well, a look that brought out her most primal fears.

Her breathing was ragged, she was beginning to hyperventilate but fought for control of her mind and body. She pushed her way through the crowds of people, finding gaps and openings by instinct and luck as much as intention. She knew there was a place she could stop and breath, if she could only get to it.

I got this email from Amy from Pretty Babies , and I identified so much with what she said that I wanted to share it with you (with her permission, of course).

This is EXACTLY what happened to me when I had postpartum OCD. I had never heard of intrusive thoughts. I thought I was now a horrible monster, and I believed that since I was having these thoughts, it must mean I could follow through on them. That was wrong, but no one ever told me that. I also thought my child would be taken away. I WISH, WISH, WISH this was discussed more. There’s no reason for mothers to continue to suffer.

If you have postpartum OCD or postpartum anxiety and have scary, disturbing thoughts known as intrusive thoughts it is highly unlikely you would EVER act on them. As Karen Kleiman writes in her new book Dropping the Baby & Other Scary Thoughts :

DISCLAIMER: Criminal Minds and its characters are in no way mine, and, assuming you don't count my borderline obsession with it, I have absolutely notta to do with the show or CBS or anything else related.

It was dark, darker than a place like this should be. She turned a full 180 trying to get her bearings. That's when she saw him, saw the look in his eyes- a look she knew all too well, a look that brought out her most primal fears.

Her breathing was ragged, she was beginning to hyperventilate but fought for control of her mind and body. She pushed her way through the crowds of people, finding gaps and openings by instinct and luck as much as intention. She knew there was a place she could stop and breath, if she could only get to it.

I got this email from Amy from Pretty Babies , and I identified so much with what she said that I wanted to share it with you (with her permission, of course).

This is EXACTLY what happened to me when I had postpartum OCD. I had never heard of intrusive thoughts. I thought I was now a horrible monster, and I believed that since I was having these thoughts, it must mean I could follow through on them. That was wrong, but no one ever told me that. I also thought my child would be taken away. I WISH, WISH, WISH this was discussed more. There’s no reason for mothers to continue to suffer.

If you have postpartum OCD or postpartum anxiety and have scary, disturbing thoughts known as intrusive thoughts it is highly unlikely you would EVER act on them. As Karen Kleiman writes in her new book Dropping the Baby & Other Scary Thoughts :

As stressful as the job of Captain of the Royal Guard could be, Shining Armor had to admit that the job did come with benefits, like his own personal coffee supply. It was part of his morning ritual: he put the coffee on as soon as he woke up, then brushed his hair and put on his dress jacket just in time for it to be done. The warmth of the drink was almost enough to pull him together in the mornings; the caffeine did the rest. Silently, he praised the all-powerful, awe-inspiring magic of caffeine as he walked down the palace corridors.

Something definitely didn’t seem right to him, though. As of late, there’d only been three others around, but the hallways of the palace were teeming with activity, with a guard posted on nearly every door. Maybe Celestia had been training others and made Skipper the new commander, but he doubted that Skipper would have taken to it so quickly.

As he reached the barracks of the Day Guard, which were understandably empty, he saw a letter on the bed that Skipper had, until recently, occupied. Underneath it were a few other letters, none of which were labelled at all. He didn’t know what to think, so he picked up the stack and took them back to his office.

DISCLAIMER: Criminal Minds and its characters are in no way mine, and, assuming you don't count my borderline obsession with it, I have absolutely notta to do with the show or CBS or anything else related.

It was dark, darker than a place like this should be. She turned a full 180 trying to get her bearings. That's when she saw him, saw the look in his eyes- a look she knew all too well, a look that brought out her most primal fears.

Her breathing was ragged, she was beginning to hyperventilate but fought for control of her mind and body. She pushed her way through the crowds of people, finding gaps and openings by instinct and luck as much as intention. She knew there was a place she could stop and breath, if she could only get to it.

I got this email from Amy from Pretty Babies , and I identified so much with what she said that I wanted to share it with you (with her permission, of course).

This is EXACTLY what happened to me when I had postpartum OCD. I had never heard of intrusive thoughts. I thought I was now a horrible monster, and I believed that since I was having these thoughts, it must mean I could follow through on them. That was wrong, but no one ever told me that. I also thought my child would be taken away. I WISH, WISH, WISH this was discussed more. There’s no reason for mothers to continue to suffer.

If you have postpartum OCD or postpartum anxiety and have scary, disturbing thoughts known as intrusive thoughts it is highly unlikely you would EVER act on them. As Karen Kleiman writes in her new book Dropping the Baby & Other Scary Thoughts :

As stressful as the job of Captain of the Royal Guard could be, Shining Armor had to admit that the job did come with benefits, like his own personal coffee supply. It was part of his morning ritual: he put the coffee on as soon as he woke up, then brushed his hair and put on his dress jacket just in time for it to be done. The warmth of the drink was almost enough to pull him together in the mornings; the caffeine did the rest. Silently, he praised the all-powerful, awe-inspiring magic of caffeine as he walked down the palace corridors.

Something definitely didn’t seem right to him, though. As of late, there’d only been three others around, but the hallways of the palace were teeming with activity, with a guard posted on nearly every door. Maybe Celestia had been training others and made Skipper the new commander, but he doubted that Skipper would have taken to it so quickly.

As he reached the barracks of the Day Guard, which were understandably empty, he saw a letter on the bed that Skipper had, until recently, occupied. Underneath it were a few other letters, none of which were labelled at all. He didn’t know what to think, so he picked up the stack and took them back to his office.

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