But I think I’ve carried it to whole new lengths. It has taken me about four years to admit that I need help. I started down the road to depression about four years ago – with the birth of my son. It wasn’t the birth, exactly – it was the postpartum depression that followed. And our lives have just been…rocky is one way to put it…since then.
For the most part, I have grit my teeth, stood straight, and carried on like Superwoman. I’ve been supportive to my husband to husband through his depression to the best of my ability, I have carried on doing all the day to day things as best I could, and so forth.
Well, after four years of trying to “soldier on”, I’m thoroughly exhausted. I don’t have any reserves anymore and that is a terrible thing for a mother – I started to add as a wife, but my husband is a big boy and he can take care of himself, thankyouverymuch.
This week I am seeking help, help outside of family and friends. At least I do learn…eventually! We’ll see where this takes me!