I know that people won't always do this, and that many must manage to pull themselves through, and that's what I've been hoping to do. Partly because I'm not sure that they would be able to help, and partly because I feel that I may not deserve the help. Although I know that's part of the problem.
My DD is seven months old now and I still feel extremely down and tearful. I love her very much but there is a distance between us because I feel quite strongly that I do not deserve her. Essentially, I am consumed with guilt about making a real hash of breastfeeding early on. I gave up in a sort of panic at two weeks because I was having various problems and have felt just awful about it since. No one in my family has really breastfed, and none of my friends have made it past a few weeks so I haven't come under any barrage of judgement from my peers. It's all from me. I do live in an area where they're trying to push breastfeeding more though so there are posters about and on buses and things. I still try to look away whenever I see a bus.
It's kind of an obsessive guilt. I'm constantly researching breastfeeding. I read something the other day about it reducing the risk of one particular illness and I couldn't really speak for a couple of hours. Seeing or reading anything about breastfeeding can upset me for hours to be honest. I just feel like I must be so incredibly selfish really. In my clearer times I know that I'm just being daft and need to snap out with it. I think all my friends are lovely mothers and I do not judge them at all. My mum just didn't want to breastfeed. She feels no guilt and I love her to pieces. I have no allergies or eczema or anything have various impressive academic qualifications so I wasn't damaged. God the justification! I'm just such a mess. Why am I letting this take over my life? This behaviour - these feelings - are not normal ... but it's just not getting easier.
My DH knows about it all and has been trying to help. I do have good days and bad ... times when I feel a bit more okay but the black cloud always comes back.
Anyway, I'm wondering if anyone has felt the same, and how they have managed to get over it? I don't know what a GP would say about this. I'm not sure I want to try anti-depressants but sometimes I think it might be a sensible solution for me and my family. Sometimes I just think these are feelings that I might have to live with and that maybe they'll get better as she gets older and I see that she is okay and I haven't damaged her.
Well done for getting this far. I hope I haven't offended anyone or upset anyone. This is just my problem - but maybe there are a few other people who have felt this way and have managed to come out the other side??