I prepared as best I could, to avoid or minimise a second round of postnatal depression. Spoiler alert, it didn’t work so this is what I did instead.
When I look at the baby through my hoodie hole, she smiles at me. Big. I don’t want to be cheered up but I can’t help it. This is why I don’t run away and why I don’t quit.
Social Media is not real. Or maybe it’s a half-truth like a little white lie. Arguably it’s more like a one-hundreth of the truth.
Postnatal depression; the gift I never asked for or wanted. Fighting my way through it made me stronger but now I might have to face that adversary again.
Modern motherhood sets us up for failure. The myth that children will magically give our life purpose. I can see how some women regret having children.
Are we ‘saving’ women from sharing the news of a miscarriage or are we saving our culture from the knowledge that pregnancy can get ugly.
You may still bond with your child even if you have postnatal depression. I felt completely bonded to my daughter but something still felt wrong with me.
Three weeks after my daughter’s birth is the first time someone asked me when I would have a second child. I snorted tea through my nose. Are you kidding?
Here are eight things I did to overcome postnatal depression and anxiety. As my GP once said ‘depression is not a casserole disease.’
I’m in the lucky position of breastfeeding being a distant memory. It’s no secret I didn’t like it.