I truly believe that if we normalised the conversations around post-partum depression, and I’m not just talking about the day 3 ‘baby blues’, then at least maybe we would stop punishing ourselves for finding it tough.
Yes, I had post-natal depression. Yes, I took anti-depressants, and yes, I went to counselling. Oh, and yes, I’ve raised a phenomenal little girl, written two books, returned to work and kept all of us alive during the pandemic that I refuse to mention in this book.
It’s not easy to take the first step and talk to someone; God, I spoke more about my vagina in the last book than I did about mental health. So I get it. And I know that it’s even harder to accept help when your mind is programmed to believe that we have to live up to this fucking Supermum pretence that simply does not exist.
If you’re reading this now and have felt less than great about life, maybe cried more than you’d like or just don’t feel like you anymore, my inbox is open.
It really is OK to not be OK.
An excerpt from Mum’s the Word 2: it’s all shits and giggles, available on amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mums-Word-Its-all-giggles/dp/B093KPZV9P/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=.
