I'm sure, like many of you here, you've felt great support and comfort from this forum. There's nothing that compares to sharing stories and feeling like you're not alone with people who understand and have been there. Thank you.
In my last (my only) post on here earlier in the year, I was despairing, I was in the midst of my recovery. I still am in many ways, but I am massively getting there.
Today was a day that proved that. I took my little boy on a train to meet his Daddy in London for lunch. In spite of being anxious and massively over thinking the whole thing, we made it and had a great time.
After lunch I took my little boy to the Tate Modern ... and it was there that I felt it... our moment of pure joy together. It was the most special thing standing in the huge expanse of the turbine hall surrounded by space, just us, together. And as he giggled at me being silly with him, I welled up, realising how far we'd come since I got PP.
I just wanted to share with everyone, in the hope that if any of you are struggling or suffering today, feeling like you won't make it.... TRUST ME.... you will. I, like so many of you have been to the darkest of places and come through it. You're not alone. Just hang in there, you got this Mama!