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Post Natal Depression: Is Time A Healer?

This week is Post Natal Depression Awareness Week, an illness that many of you will know strikes a chord with me.

I suffered from PND as well as Post Natal Anxiety throughout 2014 and part of 2015, it was a horrendous time in my life and something that whilst in the terrifying grips of it, I thought I’d never recover from.

I didn’t recognise myself. My once gregarious, fun loving personality was all but a distant memory and my confidence was at sub level.

The depression affected my relationship with my son, partner, my family, pretty much everyone around me but above all, it affected my relationship with myself.

The only time I wasn’t weighed down by my fast paced negative thoughts was when I was asleep. I would look forward to the end of the day when putting my head on the pillow was akin to flicking an off switch in my brain.  The first feeling I felt upon waking up the next day was dread.  Overwhelming dread.  Sheer trepidation for what was to come on this new day.  What awful thoughts would reverberate today?  How many times will I find myself crying?  Tears of exhaustion, frustration and pure sadness would fall down my face for hours at a time.

Every task I undertook would feel mountainous, no matter how menial it was. Each day was worse than the day before, despite me hoping and praying that when I’d go to bed, I’d wake up the next morning and I would no longer feel so desolate.

I’d sit and wish I could turn the clock back to a time when I didn’t feel like this. I’d mentally regress back to times I felt happy and free and wished so hard I could go back to then that it would make my eyes sting with tears.

When the illness finally reached its peak in early January 2015, I could barely speak. I remember languishing in bed shortly after the New Year, my Mum would come to my house and will me to get out of bed, will me to speak to her, to just do anything.  But I’d lay there, looking out the window wishing I was anywhere other than where I was.  Wishing I was anyone apart from myself.

Admitting things had hit rock bottom was when my life began to turn around. The medication I’d previously been prescribed but was too frightened to take didn’t feel like such a scary prospect.  Those tablets changed my life beyond recognition.  Therapy allowed me to confront feelings and experiences of the past and no longer shy away from them.  Talking to a counsellor proved to me I wasn’t a terrible person who was capable of awful things.

That period of time feels like a lifetime ago.

It feels like a different person. I feel like a different person in 2016 to how I felt in 2014, but I don’t forget.

They say time is a healer, and I’m a huge believer in that. One way I’ve combatted my anxiety is to remind myself that the feelings I may experience are only temporary.  I say to myself “will this still bother you this time next week?” – chances are they won’t.  Life moves on, we keep putting one foot in front of the other and carry on with the path we take.

However, even now; 2 years on, looking at photos of the first year of my son’s life, I can’t help but feel sad.

The weekend just gone, I happened to be on my Mum’s laptop and stumbled upon a folder of photos she had saved from my little boys first year. An absolutely gorgeous collection of snaps that captured his first year in the world, but as I flicked between each one, the tears in my eyes began to fall.  Each photo reminded me of how I felt at that time.  The sadness, the devastation, the anger and the overwhelming anxiety that was always there on my doorstep; no matter where I turned.

I’ll never be able to get that time back.  Time has passed and the symptoms of the devastating illness are long gone, however the memories remain.

My son will be an only child, for various reasons I’ve touched on previously. And while I’m confident in that decision, I feel despondent knowing I’ll never be able to do things differently.  Of course, I know I couldn’t help getting ill, I couldn’t help feeling how I felt, none of it was my fault and although I often blamed myself when I was unwell, I no longer do that.

Luckily, there have been no long lasting effects of my depression on my relationship with my son and for that I’m eternally grateful. He brings the most incredible joy and happiness to my life and I’m immensely proud of the super little boy he’s become (even if there are times he exasperates me – the terrible two’s; they really are a thing people!).

To anyone who thinks they may be suffering from post-natal depression or anxiety or perhaps you may know someone who is. Get help.  Seek support, believe me it’s out there.  You can and you will get better.  I’m testament to that.


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  1. Very powerful and touching post Rach. I know how you feel about missing the joy of your child during your illness. It’s heartbreaking to look back on such dark times but it also reminds us of what it taught us and just how far we’ve come.

  2. Claire

    This is a wonderful post. I understand the sadness of wishing you could do things over and wanting the time back. I also understand not recognising yourself and focusing on the future helping you move forwards. You have done beautifully, thanks for spreading awareness xx #StayClassyMama

  3. Such an honest post and one I relate to absolutely. I had PND with all five of my children and it has stolen so many moments from me and changed me as a person completely. In a way I can find positives in it now that it has made me stronger but there are so many negatives too and so much regret. You’ve come such a long way , hold on to that thought always. #stayclassymama

  4. The relationship you have with your gorgeous boy really shines through on all the pictures I see and you look a lot happier. I’m sorry you went through such a dark time but you had the courage to seek help and it has helped. Your posts will also inspire other xx #binkylinky

  5. Great post. I think its so important that we keep talking about PND and all aspects of maternal mental health, I want every new mum who struggles to know theyre not alone. #stayclassymama

  6. Nige

    Wonderful post and we keep raising awareness of pnd Thanks for linking to the #binkylinky come back next week please

  7. You’re right we shouldn’t blame ourselves for something that is not in our hands. PND is not your fault and there is no way you could have changed that. My mom suffered from PTSD when I was older and I don’t blame her for what she went through. I know it was hard and I know that it wasn’t her fault. It sounds like you have a great relationship with your son and a lovely family! I’m so glad you talk about PND I think it’s so positive to speak about our issues and be apart of such a supportive community. Thank you for your honesty, as always, and for sharing with #StayClassyMama!

  8. Thank you for being so honest. PND is something that needs to be talked about more to stop women feeling like it’s their fault and to let people know there is life after PND. I am so glad you got the help you needed and your mum some nods amazing! Thank you for linking up to #ablogginggoodtime ?

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