Because my problem is one that affects so many of us Mamas, and many of us suffer in silence. There is help out there and there really is no shame in asking for it. It does not make you a failure or any less as a mother, a human being to admit you're struggling.
I suffer from Depression and Anxiety problems.
Statistically, these problems put me in the high risk category for PND. And the stats were right. It didn't take long for me to realise that it was something more than just the baby blues after the Bug was born. Netherless, we came, we saw and we conquered. With abit of help, I was feeling like me again and life was fantastic.
The PND crept up on me this time around. It wasn't until the Reflux and the serious lack of sleep emerged that I started to lose control. Then I denied it was even happening. Second time Mamas should know the deal, know what to do, be in control. Right? Looking back now, I know that line of thought allowed me to put an enormous amount of unnecessary pressure on myself.
I thought I was coping until a few weeks back, it was like someone flipped on the light and I saw things for what they really were. And it scared me. My skin had broken out in white patches (stress induced Vitiligo), my hair was falling out, I felt miserable. The harder I tried to keep it all together, the more things seemed to fall apart. Worse still, my family were suffering.