... and I'm off to the doctor this afternoon to finally seek some help.
DD is nearly 15 months old and I've been feeling gradually worse and worse since she was around three months old. When I first started feeling low I mentioned to him that I thought I may have PND. He got really angry and generally was so not understanding that I ended up backing off and saying I was just having a bad day, upset because I couldn't fit into clothes etc.
Since then though things haven't improved, it's to the point now where I cannot bear to leave the house unless I am forced (ie to go to work), but even that's getting difficult. Relationships are suffering, work is suffering, DD is suffering. OH is suffering but that, unfortunately, is the price he has to pay for not being supportive over this.
I don't want comments telling me he's an arse, he's wonderful in other ways, he just doesn't get it at all - "if it's not cancer then there's no reason to wallow". He doesn't do grey areas. I KNOW he's being an arse, I don't need validation of that, and telling me he is will not help me at this present time.
I'm not sure if it's lingering PND or just D. I'm not sure it matters, I just know that to be sitting here in tears at the prospect of going to Tesco is not normal.
I don't know what I'm going to say to him once I've been to see the doctor - things will be set in motion and I just can't cope with any comments from him. He's just been back for lunch and harped on about how I should take DD for a walk, it's such a lovely day - yes, I KNOW it's a lovely day, I can see that through the window, and I wish I could find the push I need to go out but I don't want to see people, they all seem so unfriendly going about their business and I just feel really hostile towards them. I just want to hide in the house. Does that make sense? And the more he harps on, the more I feel like a failure and the less I feel able to do. We used to be so outsidey - walkers, cyclists - now I can't even bring myself to go for a walk on the beach which is metres from our house. Christ, I struggle to get myself into the shower most days.
I hope this makes sense to somebody.