PND Story 1

Posted by Catherine

"In those early P.N.D days I lived in what felt like a bubble, detached from reality, carrying on mechanically.
I didn’t want to leave the house, yet when visitors called, I could have won an Oscar for the cheery performance I laid on. When they left I cried. I felt so guilty when I looked at my beautiful, helpless baby, who we had wanted so much. I felt so ashamed and so alone."

"Eventually I went to see a lovely sympathetic doctor who prescribed anti-depressants, and slowly, I began the long climb back to normality.
There is now light at the end of the tunnel – my daughter is now fourteen months old, and a total joy to me. Looking back, I can hardly believe that I felt so awful, and I would say that time and anti-depressants heal all the wounds.”