This week is Perinatal Depression Awareness Week. Mamamia is supporting The White Cloud Foundation’s Pigtail Day.
I have shared parts of my struggle before. Not everything. Not out of shame. Nope. But because I like sort-of-kind-of-like to keep some things private. I like to be a positive person. I like to give out positive vibes. Now that I have fought the funk. And won. I can look back and realise with clarity. That I was not okay. That I needed help. And that it is totally okay not to be okay.
A few years on. Two babies. A heck load of tears. Many a debbie-downer day. And a whole lot of heartache. Finally. The fog has lifted. I feel lighter. I feel brighter. I still have some doozy days. Whoops. But mostly. They are full of love. Full of fun. Calmer. Softer. Easier. And I can breath again. Phew. Woot woot.
So hello PND. And goodbye. Thank you. Not really.
PND affects people differently. But the same-same. So what did PND look like for me? Like a shitballs-scary-out-of-control-rollercoaster ride. You don’t want to be on it. And you have no idea how you got there. But you are there. And can not for the life of you get off the crazy ride. Dang.
There are tears. Tantrums. Irrational insecure thoughts.