I'm finding everything so relentlessly depressing. I think I regret having DD, who is coming up two years old, even though I love her. I had post natal depression (and long-standing depression and anxiety/possibly bipolar 2 before I even got pregnant).
Christmas and New Year always leave me feeling low but today I am really not coping. Cried on and off all day. Partner has looked after DD. We are both finding her behaviour challenging at the moment (constant tantrums) and I keep thinking it's because I'm a shit depressed mum. Just got to get through until her bedtime and then what? I get to cook a meal for DH before he goes out for the evening and I cry in bed. I'm lucky in so many ways but right now I hate my life.