Stood here in the kitchen trying to pull myself together.
I never once thought I'd be here, in this place right now.
In 2010 my DS was born; I thought I had it all planned out. But then I got PND and my thousands of pounds worth of pretentious co ordinated nursery couldn't save me. I utterly descended into hell. Truly, it felt like there was a being in my gut, sucking out my soul from the inside. I was black. Inside and out and I wasn't just screaming inside. I was screaming on the outside. My fall was very loud, and made for uncomfortable viewing.
I posted on MN regularly for help, and I received it. Day by day, I got better. It was slow, and I relapsed a LOT. I hated myself every day.
Fast forward nearly 3 years, and we're ok. I ACTUALLY LOVE my DS, and my DH. I'm capable of that. I love this family! DS is this fabulous little boy; so well behaved and loving, he is such a patient and kind boy. I've no idea where he gets it from.
I'm enjoying his toddler hood so much. The thought of him going to school and being influenced by older children (he already goes to nursery, but it's very small), or growing up and away from me is too much to bear. I want to stay here, enjoying him, forever. He is SUCH a joy to me, to us. I never want this to end.