You may have read my previous post about my fight with Postnatal Depression, following the birth of Hudson. Thankfully, I noticed all the signs straight away and sought help.
So, at the beginning of September, I was prescribed Fluoxetine by the Doctor. Within a few weeks, the effects of the medicine were noticeable and already I was feeling better.
Feeling stress-free and happy again, I found a new confidence to leave the house and was no longer easily fazed with the boys.
However, at the beginning of November, something changed. My moods changed and my PND was starting to show its ugly head again.
On one particular Friday, I totally lost the plot but was too frightened to reach out to the Health Team.
I confided in an amazing group of blogging friends who reassured me that all would be okay and that I should approach the Doctor again.
Surprisingly. some of the girls started opening up about having postnatal depression too. They had been experiencing the same following the birth of their children and so we became a mini support network to each other.
That same afternoon, after a brief discussion with my Doctor over the phone, my dosage of Fluoxetine was doubled with immediate effect. It really was that easy.
Within a week, everything seemed to be looking brighter again. The boys became noticeably happier too.
My moods had clearly been reflecting on the boys and I hate that. If that isn’t reason enough to make myself better, then I don’t know what is?
So, Dear Postnatal Depression, I shall win this fight that you started and you shall not be joining me into 2017.
YOU ARE NOT WELCOME.
The New Year is reserved for me and my family only.