NC for this.
DS was born just before the first lockdown, and I found it very, very hard. He didn’t really sleep, DH didn’t really pull his weight, and by following the awful rules I was almost totally alone.
It was incredibly tough, but things are good now and DS (now nearly 2) is a total joy.
But I feel fixated on the bad times, I sometimes find myself sobbing about how horrific it was. I can only describe it as feeling utterly broken, facing total black horror.
I know that sounds melodramatic, especially two years on when things are good.
I don’t know if I had a touch of PND, or this was ‘just’ how bad lockdown with a newborn was.
Either way, and ideas of how I can stop fixating on it?