It seems like a dream to me now ... a nightmare time muffled in darkness and despair. It should have been a time of joy and light and love, but it wasn't and I was ashamed.
Update: I am really sorry, but I have deleted the rest of this post. I have never done this before, but I just don't feel I can have my words on a page that my children might stumble across. I am not ashamed of having gone through PND - it was a dark part of my life that I got through with the help of my family, my friends, my doctor.
My greatest fear through all the misery was that I would damage my boys with my anger and sorrow. The thought that I might hurt them now, by writing about feelings that engulfed me so long ago, is too much of a risk.
I have my original post, but I am not going to keep it on here. I hope that you can understand.
Update: I am really sorry, but I have deleted the rest of this post. I have never done this before, but I just don't feel I can have my words on a page that my children might stumble across. I am not ashamed of having gone through PND - it was a dark part of my life that I got through with the help of my family, my friends, my doctor.
My greatest fear through all the misery was that I would damage my boys with my anger and sorrow. The thought that I might hurt them now, by writing about feelings that engulfed me so long ago, is too much of a risk.
I have my original post, but I am not going to keep it on here. I hope that you can understand.
