I honestly don't care how they work or why. The only thing I care about is being happy.
I'm suffering from late-onset post-natal depression. It started off with little things like DS refusing to latch, DP leaving the pooey nappies for me etc. And then it just escalated. I thought I was doing a good job of acting like the perfect mother - DS would be washed, cuddled, smartly dressed, I'd brag to all and sundry about his development. But gradually these "clouds" started taking over.
I felt like a cartoon character with a huge storm cloud directly above me. I started having nightmares and day-time "visions" of how easy it would be to just turn my back for 30 seconds while he was in the bath, or how easy it could be to fake SIDS...
I was shaky, useless, forgetful, depressed and bordering on suicidal. I'd keep thinking about how much better DS and DP would be if I weren't in their lives to fuck it all up. I even went so far as to get into the bathtub with a knife.
My partner and I started arguing more and more. Eventually I refused point-blank to take it any more and packed a bag to leave. He stopped me with my hand on the doorknob and just said "something's seriously wrong... isn't it? I've thought it for a while..."
My world came crashing around my ears. I thought that as long as I could pretend to be a good mother, no-one would notice how much I was struggling.
It all spilled out. Every bad thought, every suicidal notion, all of my nightmares, my day-time visions, my struggle to just get out of bed every day. I just kept saying "What's the point in living?".
My doctor put me on AD's and I went back a week later. She barely recognized me. I was fresh, smiling, wearing clean clothes that weren't just a baggy t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms, and I felt wonderful. It was like the first rays of sun started poking through the cloud above my head.
Because of the side-effects of my medication I keep forgetting to eat because I don't feel hungry anymore. I can't achieve orgasm. I have an intermittent tremor in my hands that sometimes makes it difficult to do the bottles or even to turn taps on.
But none of that matters. I don't give a shit that I have to ask for help occasionally or that I can't climax. Anything was better than what I was experiencing for 5 months. It was the closest thing to Hell I think I'm ever going to experience.
I'm more active now than I've been in a year. I go to the gym, take DS out for walks, play with his trainset with him. I've joined a Mother and Toddler group that I've felt very accepted into. I'm finding myself buying toys for DS "just because", or giving him a cuddle because he smiles at me in a certain way. Those moments were previously so few that I can't even remember them. It's stopped feeling quite so much of an uphill struggle.
I'm going to need extra support in the future such as counselling for when I come off the tablets, but for now I'm enjoying being able to smile because I want to, not because I feel like I should smile so others don't realize something's wrong.