There is nothing in my life for me to be depressed about. Lovely DH, lovely DC, lovely home, lovely extended family. Not trying to be smug but there was no good reason at all for me to be depressed about anything.
But i was. In hindsight i had been struggling for over a year quite badly. Anyway, it came to a head, had a bit of a breakdown, went to the GP, got my magic pills and within a week i felt like a new woman. or i guess the woman i used to be before i developed depression.
It's just i'm struggling to wrap my head around the only reason i'm happy is because i'm drugged up.
Don't get me wrong, I love how i feel now, i am enjoying life, my DC etc. I am being a much better parent to DC, a better wife to DH, i've got my enjoyment of my hobbies back and my pride in my home (i'm a SAHM). I jokingly said to DH that all parents should be given the magic pills as standard when they have a baby, they've made that much different to me and our lives.
Yet I can't quite shake this feeling/thought that I am only happy and enjoying life because i'm drugged. And therefore if i can only be happy with my life when i'm on drugs doesnt that mean i'm actually just covering up the fact i'm not happy? except that i did used to be happy with my life before it seemed to all get too hard....
anyone understand what i mean? or felt similar? How do you deal with these thoughts?