It's been three weeks since starting fluoxetine for PND but as yet no difference. The thing is I feel like i'm right on the edge of giving up and telling dh he'll have to look after dd because I'm going to stay in bed all day every day for the rest of my life.
Holding onto sanity for dear life but i just don't know how much longer my sense of responisbility will win over my desire to curl up in a ball.
is it just me? would it make me a terrible person? can i just tell people thats how i feel and ask for help babysitting etc? do i want people to know?