My depression is getting worse. I don’t feel like being with my 12 months old DC and I don’t want to play/smile. I actually look forward to going to work because there I have time to eat, I can be quiet doing my work and don’t get constantly interrupted by a crying baby requesting something from me. I have realised today that I have a bit of resentment towards her because she sleeps very poorly and is demanding. But I also feel pity for her because she is so good of innocent, I’m starting to give her traumas and ruin her future just like my parents ruined me. But I cannot change myself. I cannot presend I’m happy and play along when I can’t. For the first time today I wished someone would have warned me than having a child when you have mental health problems is the worse you can do 😞