I
am
a poised
and
strong willed person.
I can never be sad or so I thought. When
I was in medical school,I saw many cases
of
depression and always thought, how
can they be so
dejected,
when
you have so many things to revive
you.
As
I have mentioned it in my earlier posts, Life teaches you everyday.
Shortly after our marriage, I
conceived
my older
one.
Okay don't judge me, but
I
really enjoyed my pregnancy. I enjoyed every moment of those months
especially being my husband's utmost priority.
I
was positive about
everything
as I have taken care of my nieces. I do not know when exactly it
started but one thing which I still remember is myself anxious and
scared of something just hours after the delivery. It
was the
same
when returned
home
from
the hospital,
but
things
were better
when I saw my family there. One thing which amazed me was, I was
always exhausted
or
on the edge. My parents came to help us and stayed with us for 2
months. I remember hiding things from them, but
I
admit there were times when I completely lost it. Always blamed it on
child, parents
relations;
because you do show tantrums to your parents right, easily
camouflaged.
The
few weeks later,a nurse came to visit my son and she told me that I
need to see a doctor as I am suffering from postpartum
depression.
I tried to commit suicide many a times. One thing which always
stopped me was my husband. He had taken a very good care of me and
this was not how I wanted to repay
him.
I
was always anxious, worried,unable to sleep,lost my appetite. I cried
almost all the time for no apparent
reason.
I do not wish this to
happen even to my
enemies. At one point I would remind myself of all the bad things
said or happened,don't know why? From outside I was completely fine.
No-one would have guessed. It was horrible-I felt bad for my baby and
my husband. I wanted to snap out of it, but
it
was
not easy, you know, when you had
lost your ability to think straight and
sagaciously.
After
7 months when
i saw myself
loosing the
battle,we
went to see my primary doctor. We talked about anti depressant but I did not
want to take any medicine and my husband supported me for
that.
That was the point, where my husband took over
the rein of
my recovery.
It took me longer to come out of it than the medicine. It took me
well over a year, but
I
am really proud of my husband and myself and how
we evolved through the whole experience.
I
never discussed
it with my family, till
I was expecting my second child. That was
almost 3 years later. We were scared. This time my OBGYN
told us about many things like symptoms,helpline for mothers etc.
This
whole experience has changed
my
perspective for life. Now I respect and
value everything around me.
It took me six years to share my experience. All I can say is you are
not alone. There is help,just gather yourself together
and
take that first
step,talk to someone.
All,
Because ''you
are
special''!!!