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Dooce is checking herself into a psychiatric hospital in the hopes of heading off a complete nervous breakdown.

I can’t imagine having it so bad that I would check into a hospital for a few days. My heart goes out to her.

Heather (that’s her real name, for non-fans) became a mother a number of months ago. What a huge thing that is, parenthood. When I sought treatment for my illness for the first time it was after my son was born. It was too much to bear alone (even though I wasn’t alone). I wasn’t talking to anyone (even though I had plenty of people to talk to) and it was just building and building until I felt that I would break.

I’ve never met Heather, but my heart is aching for her. She didn’t say it in the post, but I can imagine that the fear that her condition will somehow taint her lovely, pure little girl is tearing her up inside.

Heather, you don’t know me and will probably never read this post, but you are in my thoughts.

It’s too bad she didn’t turn on comments for that post. The outpouring of support and love would have been breathtaking.

Posted at 6:24 pm.