By Molly Jacobs James
April 22, 2016

Would I have survived if I hadn't crossed that street?

That thought comes to mind often now that I'm in recovery from a long, dark year and a half of depression that started in pregnancy and lasted after my son was born.

When my baby was 5 weeks old, I had a chance encounter as my husband and I were out for a walk. We crossed a street into another neighborhood and came upon a woman and her family who had a son roughly the same age as our boy. As we exchanged pleasantries, we figured out that she and I both delivered at the same hospital, had had C-sections and were patients at the same OB/GYN practice. With all of these coincidences, we decided to get together for a walk while on maternity leave.