Today, I was moved to do something which I had not done since 2008. I logged on to www.pni.org.uk. I searched back through the threads. And I found my posts. From back then. From the dark days. Those first steps towards getting better. It’s strange to read them now.
Mine is a personal story of my transition from independent newly-wed, through the anguish and depression of pregnancy, childbirth and motherhood… to the realisation that life, as I knew it, would never be the same again – not for me or my husband.
Every mother-to-be expects that once the baby arrives the constant discomfort and worry will stop. Your body will be your own again, and your anxieties will melt away when you’re holding that precious bundle. For most, I imagine that’s the case. For some, like me, it isn’t.
