I have finally admitted to myself that I have hit rock bottom.
My mental health took a nose dive during the pandemic, but it has been a sudden and tragic bereavement (Father) earlier this year that has tipped me over the edge.
I went to see my doctor a few weeks ago and was given an anti D with plans to go back for a mental health plan appointment.
The anti ds have been sitting in the medicine box ever since and I was to anxious to book another appointment.
But yesterday I felt brave and took half of a tablet. I've been wrestling whether or not to take the second half this morning, but have decided to be brave again and do it.
I just want to see colour in the world again and enjoy my beautiful DS and DH and not feel like I'm drowning in anxiety and dispair.
I also really want to have a second child but know that without getting help first I will be constantly at the doctors or using doctor Google throughout the entire pregnancy. So TTC is on the shelf for now.
Not sure why I'm posting this, just to get it of my chest I suppose.
A hand hold would be appreciated too 🥺