An unexpected diagnosis.

During my third session with my therapist she told me she thought I was suffering with Post-Natal Depression. Aside from the shock, the shame and the fear of what this might mean, I was also confused. I thought women with post-natal depression struggled to bond with or feel love for their baby. This was not the case for me.

Also this was my third child, I loved him as I loved my daughters – unequivocally and from the get-go – if I was depressed now, was I depressed then?

(me and my gorgeous boy. 2010)

The answer to this un-asked question was, probably yes.

‘If I could have recognised my post-natal depression at the time my first was born I would have told you it did not feel like a lack of love or attachment to my child. I loved Amy deeply. She was perfect, healthy, beautiful. The summer she was born Natasha Beddingfield topped the charts and I sang to Amy over and over again, ‘These words are my own, from my heart flow: I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you’. 

My problem was not with Amy, it was with me. I wasn’t good enough at Motherhood. There was no ease in my days… I was holding my breath and walking on tiptoe. Caring for my child well was a precarious thing. Something I could easily get wrong. Staying in control through any means necessary became imperative and anytime the day didn’t work out how I had planned; Amy missed a napped, fussed over a feed, woke too early, I felt scared, vulnerable. 

A failure.’

By the time I had repeated this precarious tightrope walk three times, increasing the pressure on myself to get it right and be a better parent each time, I was, unsurprisingly, a mess. A coiled spring of nerves. The slow slide into depression – which for me manifested itself more often than not in crippling anxiety* – had done its work.

‘The relentlessness of Motherhood created a crucible for my anxiety, making it glow with a white heat I couldn’t escape.’

The aftermath

The shame that comes with a diagnosis is hard to stomach. It was difficult to remind myself of the truth my therapist repeatedly told me: I was ill and had nothing to be ashamed of. Again and again she reassured me rather than my depression revealing an inherent weakness, it actually belied a strength. I had been coping with so much for so long. I had battled on for years despite being ill.

After the shame and the question and the tears, many, many tears, I became aware of a chink of light in the darkness. A feeling I was not expecting. Relief.

Relief: If I was ill, maybe I could get well.

Relief: I didn’t have to struggle on alone, I could ask for help.

Relief: This wasn’t how it was always going to be, the future could be different.

Reader, It has been.

(Not perfect – what even is that? But good. And so much better and more enjoyable and fulfilling this side of a diagnosis. Do not fear admitting you need help, it could be the best first step you take.)


*In many ways it really doesn’t matter whether the diagnosis was post-natal depression, or simply depression, or generalised anxiety disorder (I had symptoms of all three). This is not uncommon. I fluctuated between feeling despair and hopelessness with a lethargy that was overwhelming, and feeling so anxious I could not sit still, adrenalin coursing through my body, the desire to escape, or run away all-consuming. If you want to read more about the links between anxiety and depression this is an article I have found helpful.

Want to hear the rest of the story?

This is just a small part of my story. If you want to know how I got to this place, what happened next and the changes I made to enable recovery, you can read more in my book. In How Not To Be Good, I have been as honest as possible about the reality of living with anxiety and depression and how I found my way out, in the hope it might help and bring comfort to you. It is about relationships and fear and faith and parenting and re-learning how to live. (The quotes in this post are taken from my book).

Frank Cottrell Boyce on How Not To Be Good; "Elli Johnson offers nothing less than a map of her soul - unsparingly honest and illuminating.  A brilliant candle against the dark."

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