This mental health week, I wanted to share my story to hopefully help anyone else that's where I was.
Early February, I would dread getting up because I didn't want the day to happen. I would cry and be angry over things that wouldn't usually bother me. I was so, so tired. I didn't want to play with my children and I wasn't the parent I wanted to be or was before.
My OH said I was depressed. I didn't think so. I thought depression was where you were crying constantly and just wanted to sleep the whole day.
I didn't realise that's where I was headed.
My SW spotted the signs too and came to speak to me and we had a very honest conversation. After that I went to the GP for medication and therapy.
3 months later, I don't dread getting up in the morning. I love playing with my children and I'm the parent I was before.
Depression is slow and starts small. Anyone out there who thinks they're not quite themselves please reach out to talk to someone.