my daughter by my side, scared that she would leave me. I always assumed people with post-natal depression felt withdrawn from their child, mine was the complete opposite, I have learnt now that this too, is also 'common' I made the phone call and got the help I needed. This was just the start of the journey, I now had to figure out who I was all over again. I felt like I had been living a lie for two years. Was that person me? Could I still love my husband? Would me feeling better mean I didn't love my child? I was frightened and alone, no matter how many people say 'we will do this together' really you are still alone. You are the only one who can hear those thoughts running through your head in the middle of the night, the fear and anger all rolled into one. You are the only one who has to face all those places and people you have been shut off from for so long. You have to face the fear and stigma attached to any kind of depression, no matter how many people you hear suffer from it too, there will always be those narrow minded idiots that think you just need to 'snap out of it' The day I saw the doctor started well, I was honest and blunt and admitted I needed help. How ever the day ended badly, with me running away from my Husband in the pouring