What the Hell am I Reading?

I grew up wanting for nothing. I had the best childhood, a loving family, all of whom I still love to death. I went to great schools, had great friends, traveled a lot, had parents who would take me out of school in a heartbeat to run off to some exotic location. I lived a fairytale life. Imagine my great surprise when I had my first run in with depression. Imagine my even greater surprise when I experienced my first panic attack. Why on earth would this happen to me? I am now thirty-something, happily married and the mother of a 3 1/2 year old and a 2 year old. Have I mentioned I'm pregnant? I was paralyzed by post-partum depression after my second and this is my journey...