Antidepressants, counseling and a husband, family and circle of friends who stuck by me, sometimes just to keep me company while I did little but stare at my uneaten lunch, helped me recover. That, and learning in time to trust my parental instincts.
Now, nearly five years after we brought him home, Jake is thriving and I feel at home in these maternal shoes. And while I wouldn't wish depression on anybody, temporarily losing my sense of hope about life made its return that much sweeter.
Amy Rogers Nazarov is a writer in Washington, D.C. She is working on a memoir about depression after adoption.