Yes, I got depressed in the first years of our marriage ! I was 38yrs old when I married my husband from Northern Ireland. I left my country of birth, gave up my job, missed my friends, gave up my single life style, moved to a country I didn’t know, struggled with the language….all these factors somehow hit me hard and I felt down and then I also had 3 miscarriages in a row. Signs for me were feeling down, teary and struggling to do every day activities

Not diagnosed, but like many people I suspect I’ve had some low level incidents. For me, struggling to enjoy things was the first indicator.

I was diagnosed with depression 10 years ago and I knew there was something wrong when I didn’t want to get out of bed the only thing that motivated me to was the fact I had to work and my animals needed fed. I was 20 at the time and I went to the doctor and explained my symptoms and I was diagnosed with PTSD from a car accident that happened two Yeats prior the final straw was that I had to give up my profession. The doctor asked a lot of questions and I filled out questionnaires I then was diagnosed and referred to a phycologist and started on medication. Your not alone so many people suffer at some point in their lives talk to friends and family. Xx

I went into a pretty deep depression when my dad died. I was very good at hiding it and managed to hide it from everyone even my husband. I couldn’t handle anything couldn’t even do our budget and got us into a right mess. I didn’t seek help from anyone and just rode it out, I don’t recommend doing what i did it isn’t healthy and I did everything wrong I should have seeked some help. It took almost a year to come out of my funk (as I call it) it is nothing to be ashamed of and there is so much help out there embrace it and get help xx

thank you. It is that “lightbulb” moment where you know something is wrong that is sometimes so tricky .. is it just normal..or is it something else…

I have been living with depression for over 10 years now. What started at PND with the birth of my 4th child turned into major depression. I was actually at home watch Dr. Phil. There was a story of a mum yelling and screaming and her kids and losing the plot. And it was a lightbulb moment that I went that is me. That afternoon, I went to my Child Hood nurse and ‘confessed’ that I thought I had PND. I met with the nurse and the my GP. Generally, it was a case of everything felt on top of me. Looking after all the kids (4). losing my patients with them. Not coping with even basic things like remembering the right size nappies for my baby. Crying all the time. Now, many different medications later, hospital visits, counselling, groups, drs I am generally stable with where I am in my life And if I do hit a speed hump, I have processes in place to help me deal with it.