Today is a big day! Today should be recognised around the world! It’s not until postnatal but prenatal too.
I hear women who are told they can’t take antidepressants because they breastfeed, by Doctors. I hear women say they don’t want to come forward because they’re worried people will take their baby away. I hear women say they suffered in silence because they didn’t want to be judged. Get educated people, stop the stigma, allow women the help they so rightly deserve. 
Without the help I received, my boys would be motherless, my husband would be a widow, because I would have taken my own life. I would have stopped my world from turning because of something that still isn’t recognised enough, something that even health professionals lack information over. When I took Elliott to our 6 week appointment at the Doctors, I was crying, I said “I’m scared about postnatal depression.” My Dr took his pen, jotted on a piece of paper a web address and said “if you tick more than 3 of the 5 boxes on this website you probably have postnatal depression. Make an appointment if you do and we’ll go from there.” That afternoon my Dad frantically dragged me into the surgery demanding we see a Doctor, he didn’t care how long we waited, he paced the floor with Elliott in his arms, and I just sat there watching, doing and saying nothing. He wasn’t leaving because I told him I wanted to kill myself. IF I didn’t have my family, that day would have been one of my last ones, because I was failed by one single Doctor not acting on all the signs I was clearly displaying that day and subsequent days I had visited the surgery.
Don’t be afraid, don’t be alone, don’t let it get worse. You are a strong, amazing, remarkable woman. I’m talking to you! That woman reading this right now struggling with life. You can do this, trust me! Don’t lose faith, I’ve been you and I’m telling you the rain storm you’re in is going to pass, you are going to get better. Believe in yourself!
Lastly, thank you to all those who did help!

Thank you to the Doctor who listened, understood and actually acted on it.

Thank you to the counsellor who told me I wasn’t crazy. 

Thank you to my Health Visitor who sat with me for an hour and watched me cry about how I didn’t want the leave the house, so she got support to help me get out of the house.

Thank you Mum and Dad for moving me in, for following me to the toilet because I wasn’t trusted alone, for helping Steve cope, for loving me when I wasn’t loveable. 

Thank you to Steve, for all the work behind the closed doors you did to get me back on my feet. Thank you for everything. 

Thank you to my Sister, Brother and Sister-In-Law for not giving up on making sure I got better. For helping me realise one day the tears would end and I’d find my smile again.

Thank you to my best friend, for understanding I couldn’t let her see me in such a state. For making her wait, for telling me she loved me. Even when others didn’t understand, you did.

My world continues to turn because of you, all of you. 
Oh and yeah, I talked about it again. Sorry, not sorry.