So I had my second daughter in April this year born at 37weeks induced early due to slow growth (within 5 days of the growth scan) It was a shock to the system and from that day I became terrified.. I think that's when my story started
So she was born naturally at 5lb 11oz (I dont know the time and unless i have the red book infront of me i dont remember the date she was born either)
I am a smoker (yes frowned upon) and within 12 hours I was outside the hospital smoking and looked up upon the bright sun with my head spinning a thousand miles. My beautiful baby girl was dead in the sky, she looked so perfect. I went back upstairs and she was in the hospital cot to me she was dead but no one else could see this they was all happy? But my daughter was dead.. why did they send me home with a dead baby.. the voices started loud ringing and bouncing from every wall she was caught in limbo it's all my fault, I'm a terrible mother, I need to hurt myself she will come down from the sky and be alive. I cut myself in the bath (not that I can remember but the scars are their and my partner sure was annoyed) that's not good enough days and days go by I cant cope the voices are to critical they never stop!! They wont save her until I am dead, so I took a overdose that day I lost myself but suddenly my baby was alive again I could see her i didnt have to do it all just because it was expected I did it for her because she was real.
My partner made me go to the doctors not long afterwards who referred me to the mental health team quickly assed and passed onto perinatal medicated from home and a understanding of my condition.
I constantly have mood swings (new medication may stop this start that tomorrow) I am paranoid, agitated, depressed, anxious, confused. The voices come and go, the visual hallucinations sometimes occur. emotions are getting better day by day some days anyway..my roads not stopped but I am still fighting to survive the suicide aspect still hovers in my mind but I have to fight it I know I can be happy right?
That's a tiny bit of my story theirs alot more the arguments I've started for no reasons and the false beliefs
Prior to this storm I was had anxiety and chronic depression.