I've suffered from depression most of my adult life and have been on Citalopram on and off since university. When I first had DD I had really bad PND/anxiety and my OH had to take time off work to help with the baby. It got so much better recently and DD has been absolutely lovely to be around. She's still a handful but I love her to bits and miss her every time I'm not with her.
I'm going back to work in a couple of weeks and last night it just hit me like a brick wall, the same hovering cloud of darkness that makes me dread getting up in the morning. I'm so devastated about leaving DD at nursery and today I can barely keep it together. I just CCed DD for her nap for the first time because I just couldn't take her trying to crawl all over my face as she fights sleep for the first twenty minutes and tries to get off the bed as she usually does (we co-sleep for naps, usually). It's left me feeling rotten and like I've betrayed her, and I feel like she's going to hate me when she wakes up.
To add to that, DD's got a cold and has refused milk and food, and the worry is driving me crazy. She's getting so mad at me for trying to make her eat/drink.
The dishes aren't done, the washing is lying crumpled in the dryer.
God, I'm pathetic.