I think I was 12 years old or so when I was diagnosed with depression. I've battled years of it. I've suffered with the anxiety, the self harming and suicidal thoughts. I still now suffer with depression. I have my really bad days, my bad days but also my better days. I've tried counselling in the past but I'm starting all over again in November. I have taken so many anti-depressants throughout my life so far that I can't even remember all the names of them anymore. I'm on them again now. I've taken time off work to help heal me. I have post natal depression. I have post natal depression. There I have said it. At times I do feel ashamed of my mental illness because it is so hard to admit it. To admit that I am now mother to the most amazing baby girl, the most amazing thing to ever happen to me and yet I can't be happy all the time. I am moving on from shame to fear. But realise that I have been brave. With help I've got help and I still have a way to go but it's not over, I'm not giving up yet. I will keep fighting and be the best person, the best mother I can be -- yes even with depression.

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