After spending a lovely evening having fun with my baby (9 months), watching 15 minutes of his favourite Netflix cartoon; laughing and speaking gibberish to each other, he had his milk and I took him to his cot.
I decided to indulge for one evening (it’s Friday after all!) and find a good documentary to watch. I got a recommendation about “Mothers on Edge” by Louis Theroux, and I was excited to watch it because after being through postnatal depression, I thought this would give me more insight into the illness and additionally, as I believe I am recovered (thanks to the assistance of friends, family, excellent doctors and therapists), I felt it necessary to watch.
What followed was not a shock but unexpected. Only 10 min 32 sec into a 58 min 52 sec documentary, I had the absolute need to switch it off. Truthfully, I felt uncomfortable in the first