Being Able To Admit That Something Is Wrong

When I think about it, I think I knew something was wrong months ago. It was only earlier on this evening,¬†after a row about something stupid and me crying pretty hysterically, did I admit to my husband that I think I’ve got postnatal depression (PND). I don’t think it though. Really, I’ve known for months but haven’t wanted to really admit it to myself or anyone else. It’s not just one thing that has got me here either, it’s really quite a lot of different things. I sort of feel like a bit of a broken record here but I