I'm just watching Louis Theroux talking to women with post natal depression and post natal psychosis and it's taken me back to when my dd was small and I had a breakdown when she was about 10 months old.
She was a poor sleeper and I couldn't cope. I was literally tortured, getting approx 3-5 hours sleep max a night for 2 months before the breakdown. The day I reached my lowest, my dd refused to nap and I was just broken. I screamed at her and hurt myself. I ended up in A&E. The following day my husband took our dd for a walk and I thought about taking my life. I thought that they would both be better off without me. I couldn't go through with it and told him when he came back that I wanted to die. I sought help and went to speak to someone who helped more than she will ever know.
Even though I got better and the worst was over my dd still remained a really poor sleeper and and usually after a few days of little sleep I would get less patient and a lot of the time I would end up screaming at her. I would be bad tempered for days. I NEVER once hurt her but the guilt I still feel to this day for the screaming gnaws at me all the time.
I wish with all of my heart that I could go back in time and ask for help sooner, not to relieve my guilt but to spare her the shit mother she had for 18 months of her life. I worry non stop if I have somehow damaged her psychologically.
I love my girl with all of my heart, I would sell my soul to go back and be a better mum for her. I don't know why I'm writing this. I think maybe if it prompts someone else to get help... I dunno. Anyone who knew me and met me on a daily basis would never have thought that I was ready to end it all. I put on such a show that everything was wonderful and yet it wasn't. I wonder if someone else had told me they struggled would I have asked for help sooner.
To anyone out there drowning or just beginning to feel like they are slipping under, ask for help. There is no shame in it.