So, at the moment, there’s a storyline on Eastenders where Stacey Slater, who has bipolar disorder, develops postnatal psychosis after the birth of her child.
Luckily, I didn’t develop postnatal psychosis (I did develop postnatal anxiety, which is partly why I’ve been blogging less, but it’s mostly because I’m knackered), but ever since the blue line appeared on about ten different pregnancy tests, I’ve been under the perinatal mental health team, who have been hovering over me expecting me to go mental.
You might have found this blog searching for bipolar disorder and pregnancy. Or you may be watching Eastenders and feeling quietly terrified. Or relieved. Or confused. Or even disgusted.
From finding out I was pregnant, to having my babe, I’ve been blogging about what my experiences of having bipolar disorder and being pregnant and under psychiatric care have been like, including the good stuff, the shit stuff, the triumphant stuff and the angry-making stuff. And on how my having a mental illness has also not defined my pregnancy, or my parenting, as much as I feared it would. I’ve collected those posts as a series, which you can read here.
And if you don’t have time to read, here’s my video which talks about how my diagnosis shaped my care:
But if you’re already in the trenches of depression or more and want some support and real life stories, then you can check out PNDandMe on Twitter.
Hope this helps someone.
from The Secret Life of a Manic Depressive http://ift.tt/1S0xJpH