Winston Churchill was prone to bouts of depression, which he called his "black dog". Well, about 6 months after having Jacob (my eldest son) I was diagnosed with post-natal depression (for some reason it's referred to as post-partum depression here). I spent a long time battling it and was off work for quite some time. So the decision to increase the size of our family wasn't taken lightly, particularly with us being so far from our families & support networks.
Well, to cut a long story short, I've been slowing feeling worse and worse for the last three or four weeks. Because I know the warning signs and I am DETERMINED not to go back into the dreadful state I got in during 2008, I called the doctor on Wednesday. She has increased my dose of meds and is seeing me very soon for a review.
Anyway - serendipitously, look what Unity's Stamp of the Week club sent me this week:
How funny! Just when I'm going to need it...
So this goes out to all the people who are helping me to keep my chin up! Anything which gets me out of dwelling on stuff is a winner. So I have been stalking lots of blogs and calling lots of friends just to hear about the minutiae of their day. Cheers me up no end!
No more moaning in my next post, I promise!