In terms of my post natal depression, I'm not what they class as a self harm risk but more a flight risk. My self preservation runs too high to want to opt out of this world, I just periodically want to opt out of my home duties (aka kids) and pretend like I'm someone who is somewhere else.
To be brutally honest, this is one of those days I wish I wasn't a mother. Not everyone will admit it, but a very large portion of us (mums) have days when the shit really hits the fan and all we want is it all to stop for just one freaking minute. And as my SIL says to me, honestly if you really knew what you were in for, would you sign up for this [motherhood] job?
And today my answer is : HELL NO !
So Jan 6, 2011 : I am *eternally* grateful for the support I have from my parents. Who will come at a moments notice to give that much needed hug, the space to just go and cry, to take the kids for a while - to stop me tipping over the edge. For without them, I couldn't even imagine...
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