Hi everyone.
One of the hardest things I have ever done was to admit that I had post natal depression. Mainly because of the associated stigma (people assume PND = not loving your baby, neglecting it etc, when the opposite was true in my case - I was always worried about him, couldn't rest or feel I was good enough, etc etc.) It was a miserable time because I felt a complete failure, and because of the associated stigma I deliberately isolated myself because I didn't want to be rejected by people any more. It all felt like too much effort.
I also honestly believed "I don't get depressed!!" "I've been through worse things & not been depressed, don't be silly!" 🙄 & I had a major reluctance to take any "happy pills", having seen my dad on prozac for years after mum died. In the event, I reluctantly accepted counselling & antidepressants. I'm still not sure whether I rate counselling, but maybe it did help. Not sure. The pills weren't "happy pills" as such, they just calmed things & helped bring my mood from the blackest pits of despair (sorry that sounds dramatic, words don't really work here) to a tolerable neutral level, where I could function again, whilst I began to get myself back together again. It took a long time, but I only wish I had asked for help earlier, instead of letting it get so bad in the first place.
I fully understand people's reticence about being on tablets and I agree, there is a tendancy to feel we ought to just "get on with it", diabetes is not going to go away. But guys, if things are getting to the point where it is affecting your enjoyment of life, when you are surviving rather than really living, then it's only sensible to ask for help...it might not need to be tablets, maybe even just letting off steam to someone may be enough, but please don't try & bottle it in & cope alone... don't let it get that bad.
Sorry to be all heavy...😱 I'll try & find a good joke to post as atonement!!