Something Beginning with ‘D’

Postnatal depression


Last year I was diagnosed with depression. Whew, there I said it.

When I play I Spy With My Little Eye with my girls, Something Beginning with ‘D’ is usually a dog, a duck or a dus (which is bus with a ‘d’ and is totally acceptable when playing with a 4-year-old and a 2-year-old).

But something beginning with D is never DEPRESSION in our little game. You can’t see it, even if it is standing right next to you in the park or making your dinner.

Depression is not in my girls’ vocabulary and they are far too young to understand the concept of it. They take me as I am because I am mum.

And, for a very, very long time, I took me as I was. A mum, an employee, a wife and a friend who was exceptionally frazzled, just going through the motions of life and suffering from insomnia.

I thought it was all part of womanhood in the 21st century and so I just ‘sucked it up’ and ‘pulled up my big girl panties’. Until it all came crashing down and I could no longer cope.

Postnatal depression

How Others Saw My Depression

I can tell you that I will have family and friends reading this post who will have their jaw on the floor thinking “I never knew that about Em!!!!!”.

I have the picture perfect life. That is what they saw. I have a kick-ass, loving husband when so many others don’t have a husband or were going through a rocky time with their partner (by the way, that is TOTALLY NORMAL).

They saw that I fell pregnant on the first go, twice, and have two happy, healthy girls that light up our lives. They saw family holidays. They saw a comfortable home. They saw a car and a job.

How could someone like me possibly suffer from depression!?!

What Depression Feels Like To Me

Argh… where do I start?

Depression is lonely. No one understands the depth of your despair, unless they have been there. I didn’t have the energy to explain so I withdrew altogether. By withdrawing from life I was making myself even more isolated, and then more depressed. So I would withdraw a little more and on it goes.

It is an eternal exhaustion. I could have slept for 18 hours a day and still feel tired. Any time I had on my own meant crawling into my bed and falling asleep. And as a mum there is not much time alone to do that but I did it whenever I could.

I couldn’t focus. All the anxiety and exhaustion meant I could not concentrate. My thoughts would be going a million miles a minute in my head which meant I couldn’t sit on one single thought for too long. I even got distracted whilst reading a book so I stopped reading books.

I felt like I was walking through mud. Every single thing was such an effort. Even making a cup of tea. So I stopped making tea for myself.

I would get very, very sad. Sad about something someone said. About something someone didn’t say. I’d get sad about nothing at all. But it wasn’t your usual sadness. I would become absolutely distraught and felt completely heartbroken about things.

So why am I telling you about my depression? And why now?

I am finally in a place that I feel the best that I have in years. I sleep soundly, I laugh at little things and I have so much energy. I feel stable and I can cope with everyday tasks and not feel overwhelmed, stressed and anxious.

In addition to that, I have found that by slowly sharing my experience of depression with more people, that I am not actually alone. It has been really hard to share my rollercoaster of depression with others because of the stigma others attached to it and me seeing myself as weak.

I am not weak. I am surviving and getting better!

Postnatal depression

The fact is that so many people suffer from some form depression, even mums with a ‘picture perfect life’. And you would never be able to tell because unlike a broken leg, it is pretty much invisible. But just like a broken leg, we need help to fix ourselves and we need support.

So I am sharing this very, very personal part of me with you because I want to say to others like me:

I am here

I am listening

I am a surviving and so are you!

Postnatal depression

I am going to share more about my journey through depression and anxiety because we need more of us talking about it, recognising it and supporting each other. As a mum or a dad our life is strained enough and the last thing we should have to do is struggle through mental illness alone.

Send me your questions about depression. Email me privately if you wish or send me some mama love (it’s always welcome!) and I’ll send it back. If you think there is a topic about depression that you would like to hear more about then let me know.

From the bottom of my heart,

Emma xxxx


6 thoughts on “Something Beginning with ‘D’

  1. Christa Daykin

    As a depression and anxiety sufferer and new mummy, it’s always massively comforting knowing I’m not alone. I applaud women like yourself who are influential, for speaking out and sharing your experiences, I know how much strength it takes to open up about what your going through especially when your life appears so ideal to the outside world.,The more we can share and be honest about this topic the better. Thank you for sharing, sending lots of mama love your way. Xxxxxxx

    1. Emma | The Glam Mummy Post author

      I couldn’t agree more Christa. The more we talk about it and share our honest experience with that dark cloud, the less stigma will be attached to mental health issues. I am finally in a place where I can share how I feel and it took a lot of hard work to get here. I would not even engage in this conversation topic when I was at my worst. But I hope that I can, even in some small way, help out even a handful of people. It is a very lonely place to be and I am now sticking my hand up and saying “I’m here! You can count on me!”.
      Thanks for sharing your own experience as that in itself takes courage. Sending lots of mama love back to you. xxxx

  2. Lorna

    So brave Emma. I have written a post about my battle with anxiety and OCD for my blog but am yet to post it. It takes guts. Well doen and thank you. God it feels good to read I’m not alone. .But it’s so lonely? A strange combo. Take care x

    1. Emma | The Glam Mummy Post author

      Thank you Lorna. I’d like to think it was brave but I am still freaking out a little. There is nowhere to hide…
      But it is really cathartic and a step in my own journey that I had to take.
      It is a very lonely place to be, despite knowing you are not alone. But that in itself made me feel a lot worse and just added to the heap of contradictory thoughts that I had when I was really low. Your logic says one thing but your emotions say another – that’s a big part of depression and anxiety.
      Share your OCD/Anxiety post when you are ready to do so and I encourage you to take that step. I am truly overwhelmed by all the love I have received in the few hours since posting this.
      Sending you lots of love xxxx

  3. Roz

    Bravo Em. Wonderful to see you on the up and up. You’re a brave woman and I’m so proud of you. If there were an honest shown of hands few would have theirs in their pockets. You’d think that too many people, men and women, have walked this road for depression to be stigmatized. Let’s raise our hands and start talking and supporting. It’s a conversation that needs to happen.

  4. Michelle

    Such a great post that resonates very deeply with me. It is reassuring to see that there is light at the end of the tunnel. It is great that you are encouraging people to talk about something which many people completely disregard but that is such an overwhelming and difficult problem to suffer from. I am so proud of you – you’re an amazing person, mama and friend. big hugs xxxx


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