I shared. I opened up to the Facebook world. I admitted to my post natal depression.
It was terrifying- and it was done somewhat impulsively, but I am pleased I did.
I realised that as long as I, and others like me, continue to keep quiet about things like this, then change will not come.
I was scared of judgement, scared of what people will think about me.
Yes, I have PND, let me explain to you what that means, and what it does not mean.
I do not regret being a mother. For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a mum, and now I am I feel complete. My life, pre motherhood, was missing a piece, and now it is not. I have regrets about labour, I have regrets about how I parented in the early days, but not for one second have I ever regretted…
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The Diary of an Insecure Mother 
Well done you, i was the same when i ‘came out’ with it. It’s quite surprising how many people say “me too”, though, huh!?
Isn’t it just! I also find it very telling looking at who doesn’t acknowledge it in anyway.
Oh absolutely!