"I’m alone", "It would be better if I was dead then I won’t be a burden”, “People won’t believe me if I say I’m depressed, that my smile is fake”. To a depression sufferer like Frankie Sanford these comments are on a constant torturous loop.
After 10 years of yearning, investigations into places where, quite frankly, no one should have to go, and finally resignation, our much longed for baby surprised us in April 2008. At the age of 42 a new baby is never going to be a breeze physically speaking but then when is it ever? Thousands of women do it every day. I’ll cope!!
"I have mental health problems". How daunting and overwhelming does that sound? It's certainly not something I've ever said aloud before. It feels strange, like something that applies to other people. But that's the thing about mental health isn't it ... it's all around and affects people you would never expect, who you would never suspect.