When I started to realise that something wasn’t right with me and how I felt after Kate was born I initally spoke to Mr C. Then, before even making that first trip to the doctor I turned to my blog to write. It is what I have always done when upset, or anxious or struggling in the past and it was the natural place for me to get it all out of my head. Snapshots was the post that I wrote on the 16th July this year.
My name is Kelly and I have Postnatal DepressionNovember 28, 2011
Since then I have written a number of posts, some positive and happy, others not so much but always writing and sharing. And through doing so I have learned that I am not alone, that there are others out there who have felt this way and have found the time to leave me a comment and support me in some way.
I have never been afraid to admit how I am feeling I have openly told people that I have had Postnatal Depression this time round. Although I hated saying “I am suffering postnatal depression” so I have tried to say experiencing instead of suffering. To me suffering makes it sound like I am passive and I am not. I am doing everything I can to find a way out of this. Perhaps I am happier to talk because I have suffered from depression in the past. However I do know that others may feel completely different from me. And I cannot imagine what it could be like to feel so bad that you are unable to reach out and speak to anyone at all. I could not have got to the place that I am at now without the love and support of my friends and family, the doctor I have been seeing, the group that they sent me to.
I remember when I was talking to the Health Visitor in the first place, asking for the contact details so I could go to a group and she was very apologetic that we were talking in the room where the babies were being weighed and she hid her face and whispered. I remember being really shocked. If she acts like that then someone else might get the impression that it is something to be embarrassed about, or ashamed of. If that Health Visitor was the first person I had seen and she made me feel like that perhaps I would never have talked to others, or attended my group.
Until people stand up and admit that this is NORMAL. That this happens to all sorts of people in all sorts of situations then there will always be a stigma attached to it. Today I have discovered a new blog Boo and Me and she feels the same and is doing something about it. The little badge below is from her site. Others have written about this recently and I just wanted to add my voice to the mix. Read about how she is trying to raise money for The Joanne Bingley Memorial Foundation by arranging a raffle. Please, visit the site A Helping Hand and then buy a ticket or two if you can.