Okay, not to sure where to start. In january i had a nervous breakdown, it all started a year ago when i had PND with my DD which wasnt treated properly. from one thing to another i ended up totally loosing it. i had a weeks stay in a mental health unit and was under the crisis team for care. I had no confidence and all i wanted to do was die.
Now were in March, I am coping really well with my DD and love her so much that my heart skips a beat everytime i see her smile, i couldnt love her before. or even look at her.
I have joined a gym and am really enjoying going and finally loosing my baby weight (a stone in 5 weeks) so i am feeling good there.
I have also got a job, i started Monday just gone, it is 4-8 which fits brill for DP finishing work to take over childcare.
There are a few things i am worrying about;
Firstly, in my depression i aquired what i could call OCD, i couldnt touch anything dirty and would have panic attacks if we ate out and had to take my own cutlery everywhere with me. I dont have to do this now which is good.
But last night my manager asked me to go and help out in our warehouse, all i had to do was stick a few labels on boxes. My hands got so dirty and i just panicked. which led to an attack. the first one in months, i have never been so embarresed in my life, i totally sobbed and my manager was in shock. she seemed to understand but now i am asking myself am i not as better as i thought i am?!
Secondly, My relationship with DP. we have not been intimate since DD was concieved in june 09. I am just petrified of getting pregnant again, and am not confident being naked myself let alone in front of him.
We had an awful row a few weeks ago and was talking about splitting up, however we are working through it, one of the problems was we were both so over tired, he gets up at 5am and always wakes me and DD up getting ready this has caused huge problems. so since the arguement in the weekdays he is sleeping in the spare room and on weekends in our bed. i feel like we are just exisisting and getting on with it. I love him so much and he loves me and we both want to spend the rest of our lives together.
Lastly, I went to a playgroup the other day. when i walked in there was a lady there who had been in hospital with me on the unit, she was with her daughter and grandchild. She started talking about me to people and people then ignored me. how do i deal with the constant ignorance of mental illness?
Does anyone have any advice? how can i make these things right?
I know that i am only 'OK' because of my medication. so what happens when i am off the pills in a years time? what if i get ill again.