Being told at 18 that you’ve got post natal depression and anxiety is the most heartbreaking situation I’ve been in.
What was supposed to be the best time of my life was instead the worst, not knowing what i was going to be like on a daily basis was hard. Dealing with it was difficult as I had to let my baby go to her fathers on a weekend which made me worse as I thought something would happen to her or someone would hurt her. The best thing I did was moving out, even though I was on my own and I had really dark days it helped me build a better relationship with family. I lost friends as I made excuses to leave early when out because I was scared my baby would die without me.
Before finding out I had pnd i was down to a size 6 clothing and they were still to big, I wouldnt eat proper meals as I thought my baby needed all my attention. But the worst thing was falling out with my mam and not knowing why i was shouting at her all the time. 2 years later I’m in a better place, I still have bad days when i wish life was different but I didn’t let pnd take over me and I began to get my life back.