okay - apologies but had 3 pints of stella and forgot all my promises - am such a light weight these days.
But am back and will tell all.
I had ds 7 years ago. I adored every essence of him - I thought I might not be able to have children so I knew how lucky I was to have him here and just looking at him would flood my heart with joy. It was everything I ever wanted and more but....
but but but I could not work out what was wrong with me as I had my dreams fullfilled and there was part of my soul that was empty and crying out for attention - I ignored it. This part of me shouted louder and louder about my discontent but still I ignored it - this was everything I ever wanted so I had to - didn't I?
The more I ignored the fact that part of me felt 'wrong' and anixous and alone the more it grew until it started to overcome me. I started to watch the news and then imagine scenarios that were so bad I had to stop watching the news. I became sure that I would not have long with ds - that my time was almost up and I was going to die - I even wrote him letters for after teh event I was so sure. One day I was alone and crying and I realised I couldn't go on. I called my GP and had an appointment that day (I am sure if I had to wait I would have reconsidered and cancelled.)
I was diagnosed with PND.
My son was two.
I went on AD's for a few months and it was like the clouds lifted. I came off them under medical supervision and found myself and am able to enjoy my life.
This is me.
Many people are different and respond in different ways but this is what happened to me.