I just wanted to put this here partly as a thank you to madmouse and the many others who have helped me since last year.
I had a sheer drop into depression after my dad passed away in October 2010. I have never felt so terrified, down, alone and hopeless, and I hope I never do again!
After posting on mnet in desparation, I went to my GP, and wailed incoherently at him before being referred for emergency psych assessment the same day and some anti anxiety medication.
I had visits from the mental health nurses everyday at first, referred for counselling which took a while longer, and later I started on fluoxetine when it became obvious that it wasn't 'just' a short reactive depression.
Dh looked after me and dd(5) and I can never thank him enough for being there for me. Everytime he says he loves me I realise that he really does because of the way he just took over doing everything when I collapsed.
I did some more wailing on mumsnet and had a lot of tears and psychotherapy. My self esteem was and always had been non existant. I was raised by a woman who hated children and was unable to feel anything like empathy for others, she neglected me medically, treated me like crap... it's very hard to describe the way I was raised, it's unbelievable now that I used to think it was all 'normal' and that all parents hated their kids. That particular penny dropped when I had dd!
So one year on and I have just finished my last block of psychotherapy / counselling. I do have some self esteem and I recognise that it is important for me to develop that. I look at dd and I see the childhood I wish I'd had - but it makes me happy to see her happy and able to be a child and I am healed by that in itself.
I can see my good qualities now, I can accept a compliment without having to put myself down. And I just wanted to thank all you lovely people on here, who, although you may be under huge strain yourselves, still try to help others along their way.
I don't know what I would have done without you.
Just goes to show that even those of us who are royally fucked up, if you can let it all out (and god knows that's hard enough) and ask for help to get better, little by little you absolutely will get there, in time.
I never thought that I would be able to get past my issues and now I am ready to start living again.
Thanks for reading ,my gushing witterings! XXXX 