I feel extremely low today. A colleague of mine came into work (she is on maternity leave) and was gushing about how amazing being a mother is and how she is utterly in love with her dd. It makes me so sad that I have never felt that gushing love. I have cared (well) for ds but it almost feels like it is out of duty rather than coming from a place of pure love. I think back to his early days, he is now 2, anx just remember feeling mired in misery and seeing my colleague today really clarified the contrast in our experiences. I feel like since I had ds something inside me has broken, my spirit, maybe and I dont feel it is necessarilly fixable. I think I have just resigned myself to feeling that I am not cut out for motherhood and I will not be having anymore dc. I have thought like this for about 18 months, I think arou d the 6 month mark I just gave up all hope. But talking to colleague made me wonder if maybe I have had pnd, but for so long? Perhaps I really am just not a natural. Cant help feeling that I have been robbed of greatjoy and happiness but who or what has robbed me I dont know. Anyone relate?