Hi, looking for some advice please.
Long story short, I had a pretty horrific childhood and as a consequence am not especially close to my parents. My mum is very narcissistic to the point of being emotionally abusive and so controlling of me during my teens that I have very poor self-esteem. Her and my Dad divorced early on and while he is not a bad person, he started a new life with a new family - he's more like a friendly uncle, I'd never confide in him.
During pregnancy, the black depression I have suffered with intermittently started to come back. I restart anti-depressants at 25 weeks after I started looking at train timetables to work out which ones weren't stopping.
At 36 weeks the anti-depressants aren't working. I've just moved into a new house, see a new midwife who for the first time asks me how I'm doing and it all comes out. Anti-depressants go up to 100mg, I'm referred for talking therapies.
My gorgeous baby is now here. I do love her. Despite my anxieties that I wouldn't feel any connection to her and even after a difficult birth, I love her. But now it's become overwhelming and I'm so scared I'm not good enough for her. I'm so upset when she cries, I feel like she hates me, I start thinking she'd be better off adopted by someone who can care for her better and knows why she is crying, who can get her to sleep. The midwife suggests giving her formula overnight so I can sleep. This makes me feel awful, out of all the crapness, the one thing I've felt good about was that I was one of the lucky few for whom breastfeeding' been going really well. Now that's being taken away from me because I'm useless and can't cope with a crying baby. Last night I gave her the formula, sobbing uncontrollably throughout. Then I went to write a goodbye letter to my OH and a sorry letter to her. I had my shoes on and was off to walk to a local high bridge. I just managed to stop myself by thinking about how much it would hurt her and OH.
Adding to this is that I'm being inundated with messages from family and friends wanting to visit. I don't know how to say that I don't want visitors. I can't cope with visitors. I can't stop crying and now my ducking wound is breaking down, it can't be resutured, I just have to have weeks of new pain while it heals itself.
How do I begin to deal with this? I'm in touch with the mental health team, they'll see me mid January. But I can't see any way forward.