r/Postpartum_Depression

I’m 34F, husband is 41M, we’ve been married 8 years and have 8-month-old twins. This is my first time being a mom. My pregnancy was high-risk, so we basically stopped having sex from early on. After birth, I had a really rough postpartum—C-section recovery, twins, hormones, the whole thing.

Both my mom and MIL stayed with us for about a month “to help,” but it honestly made things worse. My MIL kept going on about how tired my husband was while I was literally recovering from surgery and trying to breastfeed two babies. There was constant tension and my husband usually sided with her (or at least didn’t really have my back). I felt super alone even in a full house.

Around month 2 postpartum things started to stabilize a bit. The first time we had sex it was extremely painful (like burning—probably hormones/pelvic floor). Since then it’s been maybe 2–3 times a month at most.

Life with twins is exhausting. I had basically no sex drive for a long time and even told him he could just masturbate if he needed to. He works a lot, leaves early, comes home exhausted and passes out on the couch half the time. Between that and the babies, sex just isn’t really happening.

Today I was using his phone (he handed it to me, I wasn’t snooping), and when I clicked on Instagram search I saw he’d been searching for multiple women in sexy outfits… like 8–10 different profiles. It wasn’t random either, there was a pattern (a certain type/lingerie).

I confronted him and told him it made me feel like shit, especially given where I’m at physically right now (gained 25kg during pregnancy, lost 10 but still have 15 to go). It made me feel unattractive and honestly kind of worthless.

His response was basically: “It’s not just your sex life that sucks, mine does too. That’s why I look when I masturbate.”

I told him we’ve been married 8 years and I didn’t even know he was into this specific thing. He said he’s told me before he wants more “sexy outfits” and fantasies. We’ve bought lingerie before and I did wear it occasionally pre-pregnancy, but he never mentioned this specific preference. Now he says he wasn’t searching for anything specific, just “sexy women,” but it really didn’t look that random to me.

I feel really hurt. Not just insecure, but almost… betrayed? And more than that, I feel like he completely dismissed my feelings. I cried and he just said I’m overreacting and that not everything is about me.

I’m a FTM to a one month old today. There’s nothing wrong with him. I love my baby. He’s got the sweetest face, he’s not a hard baby by any means. My dream was to be a mom, I wanted this since I was a little girl. A big happy family doting over a little one (or 3). Today was supposed to be a joyful family day maybe we’d blow a candle on a cupcake or something to celebrate 1 month of parenthood.

Instead I am typing this as I sob my body weight in tears while locked in a pitch black closet. I don’t want to die but I don’t want this anymore either.

My husband works full time. I feel like I have been by myself shouldering parenthood and a new baby 99% of the time. I broke down a week and a half in. He picked up some baby care but it still wasn’t much and I’ve been getting worst and worst. He’s much more involved now but I feel like it’s too late. I’ve just about broken.

I cry more than the baby. More than I’ve ever had in my life. I don’t eat. I don’t drink water. Mostly cause I don’t have time but also because I am just so stressed my body freezes. I don’t even go to the bathroom. Most days I don’t have time to shower. When the baby sleeps, I am desperate to just dissociate in silence. That or I feel the urge to clean the house and steady everything else in my life.

I hate that I can’t enjoy my baby. I hate how much I resent my husband for not taking parental leave (he has his own company). I hate how much I KNOW I wouldn’t be in this situation if he had just not worked these last 3-4 weeks and gotten back to work little by little. I hate how now that he tried to help and wants to learn I am already too exhausted emotionally to teach him. I hate that he’s my best friend but also a huge part of why I’m suffering.

I wish I could just be alone with baby 24/7. Never see anyone never have to delegate or teach anyone anything. Having others care for baby is more stressful at times. It’s exhausting telling others when to feed etc.

Is this PPD? Or is it just the result of a lack of support early on?

I don’t want to get on meds. I’m scared of what they would do to me as a person. I don’t want dependency. I’m also very much a “solve it at the root” person and the root is how much I’ve had to do alone while healing.

I’m sure if my husband took time off completely it would get better. But I doubt he will. So I feel completely trapped. I want out but I don’t want to give up on my baby or my family.

So that’s it. I just needed to vent. Please tell me it gets better.

Hi everyone. 23F. I had a C-section with two healthy 5 lbs twins almost 5 weeks ago. No NICU time, went home 2 days after. The same week we came home I started having horrible panic attacks and crying spells 24/7, so I got back on Prozac and they added in buspirone. Fast forward 4 weeks later they gave me Wellbutrin as well. When does it all get better? I feel so hopeless and sit and grieve my old life and body then feel horrible guilt for doing so. Both babies have colic and I feel so much anxiety being in the same room as them. We've had a ton of help, which has been great. So why am I still struggling so badly? It feels like I'm stuck like this forever and I'm a horrible mom for feeling better when I'm not around them. I'm scared I'll never feel connected with them or be able to take care of them. Does this ever go away? I feel like such a failure.

I’m struggling with how to handle this situation with my fiance and could really use some advice.

We have a 1-month-old, and before the baby was born he talked a lot about how he wouldn’t be like the “absent” or “lazy” dads — that he’d be fully involved because it’s his child too. But now that the baby is here, I’ve basically become the default parent for everything.

He’s in school and works about 10 hours a week doing research, so he does have responsibilities — but I’m with the baby 24/7. If I need a break or want to do anything, I have to ask him to take the baby, while he can pretty much do what he wants without checking in.

When he does hold the baby, he gets frustrated easily. For example, if the baby wants to be held longer or needs to be rocked to sleep, he’ll try to just put him down instead. When that doesn’t work, he gets annoyed and will make frustrated comments out loud (not yelling, but clearly irritated). Eventually he hands the baby back to me — and sometimes it feels a little rough, not enough to hurt the baby, but enough that it makes me uncomfortable.

He also doesn’t get up at night. He’s told me to wake him up if I need help, but when I have, he gets annoyed or upset, so I stopped asking.

I’ve tried talking to him about it. I’ve explained that when the baby is upset, he needs to pause what he’s doing and focus on settling him instead of trying to rush through it. He’s improved a little in that area, but the bigger issue is that he just doesn’t seem to want to deal with the baby — it feels like he only wants the good parts, like loving on him and showing him off.

To be fair, he does change diapers, feed him, and he will keep him if I need to leave the house — but even then I feel like I’m on a time limit. And when I’m home, he tends to rely on me to take over instead of stepping in on his own.

I don’t know how to guide him or help him step up without it turning into another frustrating conversation. I don’t expect perfection, just effort and consistency.

Has anyone dealt with something similar? What actually helped your partner become more involved?

I’m officially a week postpartum and those nine months are starting to really hit me emotionally now more then ever… my man who works hard was barely home his definitely a bag chaser and more during my pregnancy. I felt so lonely but thankfully I had my mom and our daily conversations would kept me up float but me and him would still have those conversations about feeling lonely but somehow I’d feel bad because I know his doing the right thing, but here’s where my perspective changes… we split the mortgage, he buys almost everything for me and the baby.. sometimes I don’t even pay for anything besides my bills and well my mom takes care of the house bills like WiFi and stuff we try to help each other out. He doesn’t pay my bills yet I’m at home cleaning after me and him, I deep clean everything and during my pregnancy the bathroom has so unattended we had multiple arguments over cleaning the bathroom because I obviously couldn’t… if I don’t cook he spends money buying food which I’m so over now I’ve ate about anything and everything during my pregnancy I’m ready to eat healthy again but I can’t even make myself a meal because I’m balancing sleepless nights, full time college classes, thank god I’m on maternity leave, I’m also balancing a clean home all by myself because my mom works a lot and my man well his either in the room or in the garage because his allergic to dogs… I’m also balancing a new born baby who he helps me with during the day but I’m still 75% engaged because I don’t like not helping when my baby is fussy or crying… I’m just so over it… I’m over being on “house wife duties” when he only helps me with half the mortgage, sure he buys things for the house but idk I can’t keeping doing this, we talk about it a lot but it still hasn’t changed… I hate cleaning up after him, I hate seeing his dirty clothes pile up, I hate seeing his desk cluttered, but yet he details his trucks, buys himself rims and things for his truck meanwhile I’m stuck recovering from my financial debt from two years ago… am I over exaggerating? Feels like sometimes he only works to stay out the house… his currently on maternity leave but normally his graveyard and runs a hauling business. I don’t make enough to buy myself the things I want but yet his thriving on his business which is amazing but now I’m starting to envy him. Idk I’m resenting pretty bad.. and I can’t even talk to him about it. Because I feel dumb for being mad that his thriving and making money then again our 6 year relationship has always been like this… I’ve lived in his shadow for ever, I pray and pray and ask god when will I be blessed with opportunities like these.. when will it be my turn to shine… I hate the thought of competing because his my partner were supposed to be a team…

hi! i'm a new mom (21) going through postpartum and the hormone shifts have had me all over the place as well as pre-existing anxiety but the state of the world and a lot of people who are doomsday prepping and people claiming we are in the end times has gotten to me severely although i know that people do this to fear monger yet it has consumed me so much to the point that i am starting to show signs and symptoms of postpartum psychosis and cannot enjoy time with my husband and baby without obsessing over what can potentially happen does anyone have tips to help me stay grounded

I’ve noticed that postpartum anxiety isn’t talked about much, and not many people know about it. Most of us are familiar with postpartum depression, so if anyone has had experience with this, I’d really appreciate you sharing it here—it might help someone who goes through the same thing, including me.

I gave birth about 5 and a half months ago. When my baby turned 4 months old, the first symptoms started. It began with sweaty palms, pressure in my head, slightly elevated blood pressure (around 130/90—which didn’t feel “slight” to me at the time), and my heart rate would jump to 110–120 due to fear. Then I would fall into a cycle of panic attacks. I’d take a Bensedin, and everything would go away.

This went on for a few days until I realized that when I’m anxious, my blood pressure and heart rate go up because of that. I was okay for a few days, and then one time while I was out walking with my baby, I felt it all again—plus a feeling like I was going to faint and an overwhelming fear. After that, I started constantly monitoring my body, and every symptom would trigger panic and fear that something bad would happen to me.

I developed a fear of being alone with my baby and of going outside. Going to the store became a NIGHTMARE—the lights and crowded shelves make me dizzy, and then everything starts again. The fear is the strongest feeling, and I just can’t wait to get back home.

About two weeks ago, a new symptom appeared: after feeding the baby around 5–6 a.m., I become completely awake. I lie there with my eyes closed, but I just can’t fall asleep again.

I went to an internist, and everything is fine—they just diagnosed me with occasional tachycardia (when I’m anxious or panicking).

She prescribed Concor 1.25 mg, but I’m not taking it because I read about the side effects, and honestly I’m a bit scared to start it.

I’ve started drinking chamomile tea, and I’ll try lemon balm as well, along with Alora Ultra tablets prescribed by my general practitioner since they are herbal.

Today is a bit better—I managed to stop a few of those incoming panic/anxiety attacks by distracting myself, naming things I can see, and focusing on my breathing.

I have been strength training for the past 12ish years or so doing all different forms of fitness with powerlifting being my main and favorite. I am about 7 months postpartum and have been back in the gym since being cleared by my doctor. I was so excited to get back to moving and doing what I was doing before my pregnancy, wanting to compete again. I got my strength back pretty quick, lost majority of the weight I gained and able to do compounds again (squats bench deadlift).

I was excited to be back and getting back to it but recently (maybe about a month) I feel I have lost that excitement and spark of even going to the gym. My husband and I met in the gym, it’s a decent part of our life. We have been able to start going to the gym together again as our gym has a kid center so we take our son, it’s been so nice to be able to go together again; we usually do separate workouts but still mingle with one another. He came up to me a few days ago saying I don’t look enthused or like I wanted to be there, I’ve noticed this in myself so I wasn’t offended but he was just saying what he noticed which I appreciate. He said he’s always admired my tenacity of hitting my powerlifting/strength goals I had for myself and doing what I needed to to get there; to a healthy level, I’m not one to limit eating or stuff like that but doing different exercises that may not be typically seen in the gym to help with power but still building. He said it makes him sad that he can see the spark kinda fade and not be there anymore.

Part of me feels it could be some PPD creeping back and stress of my immediate family I have going on with my side.

So any advice on how to get the motivation back postpartum? Please ask questions, I didn’t want to make the post long af

FTM 35F 8.5mpp, I’ve been struggling with PPD and PPA since about 6mpp. I don’t know how or when things got so bad but I’m so lost in this shit and I am too tired to find my way out.

My baby is wonderful and a great sleeper. She’s literally the best thing and I’m honestly shocked that she came out of me. She’s so pleasant and smile-y and I’m just….so fucking depressed and anxious all the time.

I’m a music college professor and performer and have lived a pretty eventful life. I don’t resent that my life is changing, but I’m scared that I don’t love my work anymore. The work in itself isn’t stressful but it’s EXHAUSTING and the pay is absolutely shit and it just doesn’t energise me like it used to. I’m so done. We can’t afford for me to be a SAHM so I’m just going to have to figure out an alternative. But what? I can’t change careers now. I am no good at anything else. I just want a stupid simple job that pays bills and doesn’t drain me but fucking late stage capitalism means people are looking for receptionists with MBAs! Gah!!!!

I’m having some kind of identity crisis on top of everything and I daydream of passing away in my sleep often.

Is there anybody else out there?

Hello,

I am currently 5mpp and I am struggling so much. This is my second pregnancy and with my first I was diagnosed with pp anxiety a couple weeks after giving birth. This second pregnancy was hard and I mean really hard. I did IVF for both babies and I was so excited that I got positive on this second pregnancy! Everything turned sour at 8 weeks when I started bleeding and cramping.. a lot. They told my I was experiencing a threaten miscarriage and there wasn’t anything they could do about it. Baby was holding strong while my body was failing us. I was diagnosed later with partial previa and was in and out of the hospital due to excessive bleeding. I always kept thinking I was going to lose this baby at any moment. But he held strong.eventually my partial previa fully resolved and they told me I shouldn’t have anymore bleeding. That was a lie. I kept bleeding so much the doctors were astonished my hemoglobin never dropped. All I wanted was a healthy baby and to have my vaginal birth. My first ended up as an emergency C-section. At 27 and 5 I started contracting and then a huge gush of blood came out I thought this was it. They managed to keep the baby in for 3 more days until they told me I was dialating and they believe I was having a placental abruption. They told me I had to have a C-section and that I most likely was going to need a hysterectomy due to a possible Accrida. I was bleeding out so they threw me into the back cut my baby out of me at 28 weeks and whisked him away to the NICU. They did a classical C-section on me but thankfully no hysterectomy. My son was in the NICU for 81 days. I feel so much love for him and I’m so happy he’s home but I don’t feel that connection. I’m so sad that I lost my time being pregnant and that my body failed me. I don’t want to be around my kids or anyone for that matter. Everything feels so numb and dull. I’m so angry all the time and I just want to quit everything. I went back to work and I hate being there. I don’t want to be home or even anywhere at this point. I was just diagnosed with PPD and I really hope I get over this soon.

Hello!

My sister (36 F) had a baby in India last month. She was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder while she was pregnant.

Looking back at our childhood, she always had manic episodes where she would hit my mom and me a lot. We thought it was anger.

When she moved out, she tried some for of therapy but it never worked for her. After she got married to my BIL, they also had fights when she got manic and hit him (he also hit her). She got pregnant around Jan 2025, miscarried the baby. She then got pregnant again and had a baby boy in March 2026. As mentioned earlier, her manic episodes peaked during pregnancy, she said she would attempt suicide, or kill my BIL. My parents went to live with her to support her during the pregnancy. But nothing seemed to work.

She went to a psychologist who diagnosed her with Bipolar disorder and ADHD. She was started on medications while pregnant but she wouldn’t take them.

After the baby was born, her episodes continued. She attempted to kill my BIL multiple times while threatening suicide. We all told her to continue with therapy and have medications but she refuses everything.

We are all lost now, and we are desperately searching for answers to make this better.

Does anyone have advice, thoughts or pointers that will help my sister? We all are very helpless right now.

I’m just about 2 weeks postpartum with my second and struggling through my birth experience.

For background, my first was very traumatic. I went through an induction that took >55 hours. I was able to deliver vaginally, but hemorrhaged and have limited memory of the delivery itself.

Fast forward to the birth of my second. I was told I’d need to be induced again. Thankfully I went into labor on my own the morning of the planned induction. My goal and heart’s desire was to have a spontaneous, unmedicated delivery - something in a sense I needed to be able to fully heal the trauma of my first.

I labored at home for several hours. When it was time to go in I told my husband on the way to the hospital, “there will be a point that I’ll say something like I can’t do this or I don’t think I can and I need you to reassure me that I can do it. Tell me I am doing it. Keep me focused”

That moment of course did come and instead of reassuring me and holding the line, my husband facilitated getting the epidural going without me actually wanting that. He didn’t hold up his agreement with me. I told him very specifically that I needed him to reassure me when I hit the “I can’t do this” moment - not ask why, not offer an epidural, just hold steady and tell me “you are doing it” “yes you can” because I did not want a medicated birth.

When that moment came, he went into first responder mode (he’s a firefighter) and orchestrated the epidural. It’s not at all what I wanted. My doula was put in a weird position because she couldn’t go against a spouse. She was under the impression I had wanted an unmedicated birth (true!) but when my husband went forward she wasn’t sure if we’d had a different conversation. On top of that the anesthesiologist administered fentanyl through the epidural leaving me feeling completely loopy, itchy, and just off. I don’t take prescription pain meds ever because I hate the loopy feeling and that’s the last thing I wanted during my labor.

So it’s more than “we don’t always get the birth we wanted”. I was let down by my husband. He did not even take the time to read over my birth plan, prep for how he could support me in labor, and at minimum didn’t follow my wishes that I’d expressed the day of on the way to the hospital. I told him explicitly that I needed him to step up this time around because with my first he really did no prep work. This time was no different.

In his mind he was great. He was the first responder hero who took away my pain. I didn’t want or need that and I made that clear before the moment of intensity hit. I needed my husband to support me and hold the line, not rescue and fix things. So ya, it wasn’t the birth I wanted at all.

I’ve talked with my doula and she has reassured me that, unfortunately, my memory of how things unfolded is in fact what happened.

I’m getting stuck on feeling like I had it. I was so close to what I needed for my own closure and it was taken away by the person who was supposed to be my rock, my partner.

I know I’m in the thick of the hormonal crash, but this feels incredibly heavy. My husband let me down when I needed him the most. While this birth was night and day from my last, I am mourning the loss of not going unmedicated. I truly wanted an unmedicated birth and in a sense needed one for my healing from the birth trauma with my first.

It is very angering. My husband doesn’t get it at all and isn’t able to hear my perspective. His response has been that I’m being emotional, I don’t remember correctly, or I’m ‘just postpartum’

He’s also unilaterally made a declaration that we’re done having kids. He started that during my pregnancy without a discussion. I’m not saying I for sure want a third, but I’m also not sure that I don’t. So that piece makes it all feel much heavier and like I’m grieving a much bigger loss. Like this was my last chance to have the birth that I needed.

I had my baby boy 6 months ago, and things were going great for a while. Now... things are not so great. Every small inconvenience makes me SO angry. When I'm alone, I scream and cry. I've also hurt myself by punching my legs, arms and face when I'm alone, I don't let people see that side of me because I know they would send me to the mental hospital. My son doesn't make me angry, I love him so much. Probably more than everyone in my life right now... especially more than myself. My husband knows something is up because I haven't been nice to him at all, and I have been really irrational when it comes to him and the help he gives me. He works extremely long hours in the HVAC industry, but even though i know he provides for us and still helps me with the baby... in the moment everything he does with the baby scares me like im scared he will accidentally hurt him (deep down I know he wont) or hes just doing it wrong. I dont want to be like this but in the moment the anger just jumps out!!!

I used to be cool, funny and pretty. What happened to me? Who is this monster?

I feel lonely. I miss being pregnant and that thought consumes a big part of my days. Im so embarrassed about it thzy ive never mentioked it to anyone. Im 6 months pp (have a 2 yr old also). I really miss my ob also.. currently I just dont feel needed in this world. I dont feel worthy or important. I take meds. Therapy i do once in a while since it gets expensive. Not sure what im getting at other than i just feel alone

C-section recovery is humbling me 😅 I feel like my body is completely different right now. My core strength is gone, I get winded just walking, and even getting up off the floor feels weirdly hard.

I’m 5’0” and went from 110 to 180 at delivery, now I’m sitting around 145. I know it takes time but I just feel stuck and none of my clothes fit which isn’t helping my mood.

Hormones also feel chaotic and I don’t feel emotionally like myself yet. I recently stopped breastfeeding and still haven’t gotten my period back.

Also… I swear I can’t stand how I smell now and I didn’t expect that postpartum surprise 😭

Anyone else go through this? When did you start feeling normal again?

I am struggling. I have spent almost the entire day in bed, switching between lashing out at you and driving away trying to find calm and quiet. I just hoped to find help.

Our babies are beautiful and I know that I love them. I would fiercely protect them but, the weight of everything ... of existing is becoming unbearable. There are moments where a switch flips and I find myself thinking it would be kinder if they weren't here to face this world. I want them to be spared the pain I feel and bring, I want them to have a happy life though, I don't believe I can give them that when my own life is such a constant battle. I have fought so hard to be okay, I am terrified that normal is something I will never reach.

The fear, anxiety and sadness I felt as we stood at the hospital entrance, ready to go home, ready to start a new journey with our babies is a weight I still carry with me, every single day. Its a vivid, heavy reminder of a transition that didn't feel the way it was supposed to.

Why did NO ONE or ANYTHING tell me about this???? Yeah they’ll tell you you’ll cry for no reason and feel happy then sad then everything else and I simply didn’t believe it, but it happened. Sorry this will be such a word dump.

To me, it felt the same as coming off of hard drugs 24/7 for 3 weeks straight. Exactly the same. The existential dread, the cold hearted feeling, the erratic thoughts and no joy whatsoever - and I was breastfeeding around the clock too. Had to stop 3 months in because I was going insane.

I’ve NEVER heard anyone else liken the first 2-3 weeks post partum to coming down?? Does anyone know what I mean?

I had amazing GP and hospital care through my whole pregnancy and was so grateful that I could continue taking fluoxetine (Prozac) and Dexamphetamine through my pregnancy (say what you will, my doctors supported me through this and I have a very healthy child, I would not have continued this pregnancy if I could not be on my medications)

Prozac isn’t doing it for me anymore after 7 years and I’m now weening off to try Valdoxan - did anyone consistently take their antidepressants through pregnancy and post? Would love to hear some experiences

I’m now 9 months PP and still so shocked that I’ve never heard a similar experience to mine. I think I’m still trying to get over it whilst also going back to work full time and trying to be a human and I’m just word vomiting at this point.

Thank you for listening 🩷

I have the most perfect little three month old, and I know I would die for her in a heartbeat. But I am so alone and so miserable. I don’t know if this is PPD or just shitty life circumstances, but I just feel numb and detached from everything. I even get so annoyed with my baby sometimes and then afterwards feel like the most awful person. None of this is her fault but I’m struggling to reign the negative feelings in, it’s not fair to her. I know I need to, but I don’t know how.

It doesn’t help that I’m completely isolated from my family and in a marriage that absolutely sucks. One of my closest friends is dying and I have no idea how I’ll get out to see her before she passes. I wanted to be there for her, and it sucks. I feel so, so angry, and like I see these other moms with loving partners and simple, happy lives and it’s all I ever wanted but never got… it doesn’t feel fair. I hate my life right now and I think constantly about leaving my husband and starting over somewhere with my baby. But how could I (he’s a good dad at least)? I don’t have anyone to talk to and just needed to vent.

Hi everyone,

I’m writing here as a last resort because I am truly at the lowest point in my whole life right now I don’t know how to keep going. Even writing this post feels difficult.

I had an amazing pregnancy and birth, my problem started about 3 weeks pp, I’m currently 7 weeks pp. it started with me not being able to sleep at all when the baby slept, due to constant anxiety. I had so many worries and thoughts racing that I decided to ask my GP for lexapro, which I’ve been taking for 2 weeks now. I’m not sure if this is a side effect of the meds or PPD but here are my symptoms:

1. Wanting to disappear as I feel unworthy of taking care of my baby. I have a village, I’m at my mothers house and she helps me so much but I feel like a burden to her and the rest of my family. I feel like a piece of shit, like a shit mother shit daughter shit sister shit wife. I feel like I will never be able to go back to my house and be normal and live my life.

2. Regretting motherhood but feeling like I really want to take care of my daughter and see her grow up and reach her milestones. I keep telling my daughter how sorry I am that she had to have a mother like me.

3. I have intense trouble moving and deciding what to do. For example I will feed my daughter and then freeze because I don’t know what to do after. I feel like I’m stuck

4. I see every little challenge as an incredibly hard to go over mountain, like I will not be able to go over it. It could be something very simple such as taking an appt for a blood test. Everytime I think about something I have to do I freeze and panic that I’m not going to be able to do it. I feel like I have dementia as everything I used to be able to do perfectly I’m really struggling.

I want to get help but I’m terrified of cps being notified and my baby taken away. I’m scared of losing my husband and family by being this incredibly difficult person to live with.

Thanks in advance for any response