Well, where to start????I have only just discovered Mumsnet and think that it is fantastic and absolutely invaluable to any Mum or Mum to be.
I wanted to write to share my experiences of postnatal depression with anyone who might be interested. Equally to be there to offer advice/encouragement to anyone who is suffering from it now.
Before you read on you should know that I am happier today in my life than I have ever been before and equally that I do not regret having suffered from PND at all as it was life changing for me but only for the better.
This time last year I was probably about 4 months into my 5 months of maternity leave. Like many people out there I thought I could have a baby go back to work and pick up my career where I left off, albeit with shorter hours. This is what I fully intended to do. As planned, I went back to work when my son was just over 4 months old. I was not however aware at the time how ill I was or was to become. There are a lot of factors which I shan't bore you with, suffice to say that, after 8 weeks back at work I had a severe panic which led to me going home that lunch time, seeing a private counsellor that evening and little did I know it at the time but I would never return to that company again.
Between May and December last year I had/experienced all of the following:
- Not wanting to get out of bed in the morning
- Not knowing how I could possibly live through the day.
- Feeling sorry for my son that he had me as a mother.
- Looking at the world out of the window on a beautiful spring day and trying to tell myself that the world was a good place to live in - (But not succeeding).
- Wondering why we were all on this planet and what it was all for anyway.
- Visits to the doctor's surgery where I sat in the waiting room with my head in my hands not knowing how to live through the day.
- Visits to my home from the psychiatric crisis team from the local hospital (on two separate occasions).
- Three months day treatment at the local psychiatric hospital.
- Walking along a busy road with my son thinking that "if only I had someone responsible here to take my son and look after him I would throw myself under a truck".
- Regular trips to see my counsellor - the first counsellor was no good, the second was instrumental in helping me to get better.
- Varying doses of antidepressant drugs.
- A fantastic keyworker at the local psychiatric hospital
- Amazing support from friends and family-even if I tried I could not thank them enough.
It was a very long haul but one day in the autumn last year (after doctors, hospitals, drugs, support from friends & family etc etc)I decided "I have had enough of this" and worked from that day on to get better. All of the advice, tips, hints etc I had had up to that time were suddenly things that I could apply rather than things that didn't seem appropriate to me. It wasn't as easy as typing this might make it seem but......
I now combine part time work with part time motherhood. I have the best of both worlds which I have worked out is right for me. I adore my son (now a very painful but endearing toddler) and as I said at the beginning I do not regret the illness one bit. It changed my life but only for the better.
If anyone is having a bad time and wants to vent off I would be happy to help if I can.