If you've never had pnd, you won't understand it.
I'll tell you what it's like.
It's like 100 voices screaming in your head:
Feed the baby
You're feeding the baby too much
Go on holiday
How could you go on holiday while your father is ill?
The child is cold
The child is too hot
Baby needs to sleep
You need to keep baby up longer
Come out for a meal with us
Why wont you come with us
We'll give you a break from the baby
Give up breastfeeding
why don't you take baby out
it's too cold to bring baby out
it's too hot to bring baby out
baby hasn't enough clothes on
baby is too hot
when is christening
who are you inviting to christening
is that a dirty nappy on the floor?
have you showered today?
have you gotten out today?
Have you eaten today?
You upset your father telling him you had pnd
Why didn't you contact us?
You don't need space
You need to be here for your father
You should try to sleep
It's just an endless stream of madness said to you going around and around in your head, all of which is contradictory, so much so that you don't know which fucking end of you is up, you can't sleep, eat, think, function, wash, walk, leave the house, breathe.
Don't trivialise it. PND is traumatic.