For me it was a combo of medication, family support, self-awareness, and honesty with others.
There’s a thread on here somewhere that I posted not long ago after my son was born. I had horrible post-partum depression and anxiety and was begging anyone and everyone for help. Thankfully, I had been through a depressive episode before, and had also helped my husband through his dealings with bipolar II. I had educated myself beforehand, so I knew *intellectually *what was happening. It didn’t make me feel better, but it enabled me to ask for the help I knew I needed.
That’s where the honesty came in. It was incredibly hard, but I went to my husband and confessed that I was having suicidal thoughts. Understand, I was not going to commit suicide because I knew my children needed me and that my family loved me and I didn’t want to hurt them like that. But at the time, death seemed the only way I was ever going to get any relief from the pain I was in. That’s a scary thing to tell anyone!
But it worked. My husband immediately called in the rest of my family to take the kids for us, and he then took me to the emergency room. I got help. I got new medication which finally started working. And until it did, my family, especially my husband, basically babied me back to health. They let me sleep as much as I wanted, I didn’t have to face anything that upset me, they even paid to have someone come in and nanny for the kids in the mornings, when I was at my worst. I never could have made it through without their support and understanding.
And now, a very short four months later, I’m perfectly mentally healthy again. I love my life, I love my kids, I love waking up in the morning (well, except when the baby is up all night, but you know what I mean!). For me, it really was all chemical, and once I got that fixed, I was all good.
Something interesting my psychiatrist told me at our last session (and I’m probably not going to get these numbers exactly right, but you get the gist): People who have experienced one episode of depression are 50% more likely to experience another. People who have had two episodes are about 90% more likely to have a third. And once you’ve had a third, it’s almost 100% to have more. This was my third, so he says I’ll probably have to stay on medication for the rest of my life. Which, if it prevents me going to that dark place again, I’ll do it. Also, he says usually each episode gets worse in severity, which is certainly true in my case.
I’m also done having children. My husband and I, before my son was born, had discussed having three and decided we would decide later. But no way am I going through that again. I’ve got a girl and a boy, a complete set, and I’m happy to stop there!