I've been a total cow to him for the last few weeks and I'm ashamed of myself. It's not like me at all - he's a brilliant partner and father and I've been giving him so much grief, subjecting him to my awful mood swings and today he's told me that he thinks I might be depressed and I need help.
I'm gutted as I genuinely didn't see it even though I had a mild spell of depression about five years ago and was on Fluoxetine for six months. I really thought that I could spot PND a mile off. But somehow I've turned into a controlling, grouchy, miserable harpy and I just thought it was because I was a bit sleep deprived.. (DS is 6mo and rarely goes for more than 90 mins without waking - day or night)
I don't know what I really want from posting this but it is helping to share it anyway. I don't know what the next step is - Fluoxetine made me feel really neutral and cut-off last time and I don't want to spend these months of my DS's life that should be wonderful in a daze.
I don't know if I'm ready to see a GP, it feels like admitting that I've lost control.
I left it really badly with DP before he left for work - I totally got on the defensive and threw some insults his way and I know I've made him feel like shit. I don't seem to be able to admit out loud that I've got a problem as I'm scared of what sequence of events that might follow.
Thanks for reading.