12/11/2020
A courageous and real account of postnatal depression. There are many elements of this account that those who haven’t got postnatal depression can also fully relate to? Thank you laura. 🙏🏻
I’ve been asked to speak about my experience with PND
But I gotta be honest with you, sometimes I’m still in it.
Sometimes I’m still hurting.
I know how far I’ve come but I also know that I am still in the thick of it.
Motherhood is hard. It’s really hard.
I stay up at night wishing I was better at it.
I give myself migraines from forgetting to drink water & feed myself because I am trying to cook, clean & be a children’s entertainer.
I have 3 children under 6. & sometimes I just cannot cope. I can’t. I wish I could. I get angry with myself because I am not acing it.
I sometimes get angry with myself because I know that without antidepressants I’ll be inpatient & angry with them. I hate it.
We are in a society that teaches us to strip all the layers of ourselves to give it to our children, we are in a society that belittles mothers who work, don’t work, who use childcare, who feed their kids takeaway, have a messy house, who aren’t a children’s entertainer, a maid, a cook, we ridicule them. We do! I get it all the time. Constant abusing comments every time I “slip” up.
It’s exhausting.
But doing it all? Being so perfect? There’s no awards for that. No gold star, no big trophy. No, there’s exhaustion, there’s resentment & burnout, that’s our reward.
So mother’s, everywhere, I implore you, f**k what anyone else says. Who gives a flying f**k if your house is messy, who gives a s**t if you use childcare whether you work or not, who cares if you hand your kids iPads. You cannot do it all. You just cannot. You are not a robot.
Ask for help, use an online village, send your kids to someone else to look after.
You cannot do this alone & there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
when my thoughts spiral with guilt whether I’m good enough, whether other people think my parenting is good enough. I end up in a real dark place where I feel utterly alone, & no one is going to save me.
I love my children, but this is me.
I need antidepressants to be a better mother
My house will sometimes look like a bomb site
My kids get takeaway & TV and iPads.
that’s how I survive.
& in order to keep surviving I must remind myself that, that is good enough.
Today I cried, and that’s okay too.