Hi, 17 months ago, my wife and I became first time parents to a
beautiful little boy who brings us both continual joy. I'd like to say
that the pregnancy was a journey without complications, but throughout
our pregnancy and for some time after we bot...
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Hi, 17 months ago, my wife and I became first time parents to a
beautiful little boy who brings us both continual joy. I'd like to say
that the pregnancy was a journey without complications, but throughout
our pregnancy and for some time after we both went through upheavals in
our life that almost seem like the memory of a fading bad dream in
hindsight. The prenancy physically was hell for my wife, we were living
in a tent in the bush for some time while I desperately tried to build
us a house on a friend's property (long story) before our son was born,
we were forced to relocate interstate when she was 32 weeks, our son was
born 6 weeks premature, we wound up completely broke (literally not even
change for a coffee), and with a further month spent in the special care
nursery once he was born we found ourselves with a very loose grip on
any sense of control we had over our lives. Ok, sorry...I had to set the
preceeding scene loosely, and this is still leaving many things out.
Needless to say, all of these events took their toll. Add in to the mix
that we live rurally in a town where we have never made any connections
with others, there is family but it is now highly dysfunctional, friends
have faded, we have very little support, and you have a marriage that is
now on the brink of separation. My wife is suffering severely with PND.
I do everything I can for her, I am willing to provide her with anything
and everything she may need to get better. My sympathy and empathy is
unlimited for her as I have lived with and fought serious depression for
19 of my 35 years. However, recently this compassion and willingness to
do anything has taken a hit with several fights that have resulted in
suicide threats that would be on my head as my presence in her life and
lack of ability to get things exactly right at all times seem to be the
biggest catalyst for her recurring breakdowns. She refuses help,
isolates all save myself who care about her, will not accept the idea of
therapy and possibly medication as a step towards better health, and is
slowly breaking down my ability to remain calm and caring as she refuses
to discuss anything beyond expressing how exhausted she is. This is all
the tip of a large, ugly iceberg, but my word count is now almost at an
end. Please, I need to know that there is hope. I am being swept up in
this and due to my depression I am fighting to hold myself together in
any way I can. I am failing to see a light in the dark.