I'm not ashamed to say that I before pregnancy suffered with depression, I suffered long before I was even diagnosed, in those years before I was diagnosed I did some silly things, I'm very lucky to be here and telling my story today. It was hard. I had some really dark days. 

Speaking up was the best thing I ever did, I wouldn't of been able to do it on my own though. I had my best friend and my boyfriend by my side each step of the way. They were encouraging me to get help, it worked. I started taking medication and my moods and head space leveled out after a while. But I felt flat, I felt as though I was walking on a straight line.. To my left was happiness and my right sadness, I couldn't reach either of them. I was a zombie. Someone non human. An alien. These are not feelings someone already depressed should be having. So I stopped taking my meds.

I then became pregnant, those mood swings which once were directed at depression now fell under the category of hormonal and pregnant! Once Charlie was born looking back I think I suffered with postnatal depression, I didn't want to speak up because I didn't want to look like a bad mother. I was already looked down upon for being young. I was scared they would think of me as unfit to care for him. 8 months past and I finally went to seek help, I went back to the same doctor whom had diagnosed me the first time. She helped sort out what was going on in my head. She told me that not enough people are brave enough to ask for help, and that it worries her.

But now I'm asking you, if you or anyone you know feels like they need help in any aspect of their life, please please seek help. It only takes one bad situation to tip someone over the edge and I know how that feels. I do understand and you CAN get through this. 

It does get better and I AM living proof.