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(image: Georgia Anne)

When I had my son in 2022, I was overwhelmed in the best way possible.

He was blonde, blue-eyed perfection, and I fell completely in love with him. As he grew, I realised how much I enjoyed being his mum, so much that I knew I wanted to expand our family. That longing feeling stuck around until I asked my husband, “Shall we have another one? I know it’s early but I’m ready,” which he obviously was happy to!

In July 2023, I fell pregnant again with my daughter. The timing overlapped with a busy summer, including marrying my husband, Oskar, in August. With everything going on, those early weeks of pregnancy passed quickly, and my mind was completely preoccupied with wedding plans and family life.

But once things calmed down and the routine returned, something shifted.

When Everyday Anxiety Turned Into Something Bigger

By early autumn, I began to feel a growing sense of anxiety that didn’t feel like my usual ups and downs. By October, it reached a point where I struggled to leave the house.

Even thinking about stepping outside would trigger panic, and it could take hours to build up the confidence to even think about stepping foot out of the door. I was consumed by fear, anxiety and the panic attacks were frequent.

I’m naturally quite open about how I feel, so I told my husband directly that something wasn’t right and that the anxiety was starting to affect my mood, and I could feel myself slipping into depression.

The guilt that followed made everything heavier.

I felt like I was letting my son down because our daily walks stopped. I worried he wasn’t getting the best version of me anymore. And the more I thought about it, the more overwhelming it all became.

My husband, being the steady and practical person he is, simply said, “Alright then Georgie, let’s get it sorted.”

Speaking Up at My Midwife Appointment

When my next midwife appointment came around, he came with me. I have a habit of downplaying things, and he wanted to make sure I didn’t brush it off.

When she asked how I was feeling, he gently stepped in and explained what had been happening.

What happened next was something I’ll always be grateful for.

Our midwife, by complete luck, was a former mental health consultant. She listened without judgement, spoke to me with genuine kindness, and immediately discussed practical steps to help me manage the anxiety.

Before I left the appointment, she’d already referred me to perinatal mental health services.

Every single time anyone asks about midwives in our area, I always rave about her because of this. She was the best person for the job, for me.

(image: Georgia Anne)

Getting Support: Talking Therapies & Medication

Within a month, I had started talking therapies, and I was given a low dosage of anti depressant, sertraline. It was a huge relief to finally feel like something was moving in the right direction.

I continued with therapy throughout the pregnancy, and in March, my daughter, Freya, was born. Giving my children a small but beautiful 17 month age gap.

After the birth, a mental health consultant at the hospital sat with me to talk through how I was feeling. We discussed baby blues, hormonal crashes, and how to manage my medication over the next few weeks.

And honestly, the main emotion I felt that day was relief. She was here. Safe. Healthy. And I’d made it through.

Where I Am Now

Freya is now a lively toddler: walking, talking, exploring everything.

I’m still on my treatment plan, and I’m okay with that. The difference in how I feel is huge. I can leave the house without fear. I no longer carry the weight of guilt or the worry that I’m letting my children down. I feel lighter, calmer, and more grounded. I’ve learned so much during my time in therapy, the coping mechanisms to help on bad days, the affirmations to remind myself of how far I’ve come and most importantly: how to open up and be completely vulnerable.

I often think back on that period in my life and feel a sense of pride that I was honest with my husband, and that he spoke up for me and didn’t let me sugarcoat.

What I Learned And What I Want Others to Know

Mental health care is not a luxury. It’s essential, especially during pregnancy because it’s a time when so many physical and emotional changes are happening at once.

Reaching out to my midwife and being honest about how I was feeling was the most important step I took. It led to support that genuinely changed my experience of pregnancy and early motherhood.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed, anxious, low, or unlike yourself during pregnancy, please know this:

You’re not alone, and you deserve support just as much as anyone else.

There is help available through midwives, GPs, perinatal mental health teams, talking therapies, charities, and NHS services.

Reaching out doesn’t make you weak. It’s the first step toward feeling like yourself again.

Georgia Anne is a UK lifestyle blogger who writes about motherhood, identity, and alternative living. After experiencing pregnancy-related anxiety, she became passionate about speaking openly about maternal mental health and helping others feel less alone. She lives in England with her husband and two children, and shares her honest reflections at georgiaanne.co.uk.

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Disclaimer: All medication must only be prescribed by a psychiatrist or GP dealing with you individually. Advice from medical professionals must be sought before taking any medication., Never take someone elses medication or try to cure yourself!

This week, I had a conversation with someone about being on mental health medication, in this case, anti depressants for clinical depression. We reminisced that as teenagers, we just weren’t taught properly by school or in society about mental illness. It wasn’t talked about here in the UK back in the 2000s and everything was really hushed up, cloak and dagger, as if you had to be ashamed of it. As if anything to do with our mind was shameful- no one really had much education, unless it happened in your family.

I know that for many people, even in 2022, taking medication for their mental health carries this sense of shame.

For me personally, I was so ill that there really was no choice for me as a 15 year old, but to be started on medication. My symptoms of bipolar disorder first appeared at the age of 15 with depression and anxiety episodes, followed by mania and psychosis. So, I was on anti psychotic medications as well as what is known as a mood stabiliser, a medicine for mood disorders that stabilises moods (in this case, the bipolar poles). I also took regular anti depressants and anti anxiety medications and still do daily. My medicine regime is pretty intense but it means that my bipolar is well controlled and in remission- and that I am stable. My family has a hereditary illness that can be severe- so medication was the right choice for me.

However, for those without a severe mental illness like bipolar or schizophrenia, you may be recommended to try anti depressants first. There are varying different types which work on seretonin reuptake in the brain and help to balance brain chemistry.(although scientists cannot pinpoint the cause for depression fully yet). These can be used in combination with therapy and exercise to help treat depression and anxiety.

Some families and cultures hold great shame to be seen taking mental health medication and so hide it from loved ones. Others stop taking it, believing they are stable and well because the medication has balanced them out- and then crash into depression. For some though, anti depressants are a shorter term thing. The point is, its all so individual and there is no one size fits all medicine- you must do what is right for your recovery but definitely do not suddenly stop them.

In my family, my Dad was already on mental health medication- Lithium for bipolar, when I became ill. So, I was lucky that I had a loving supportive and accepting family, including plenty of medical professionals who understood. It was a steep learning curve for everyone though. And yes, as a teenager, I did hold some shame for taking medicines because I just wanted to ‘fit in’ and be a ‘normal’ teen. Coupled with the fact no one openly talked about mental illness at school or in general (this was just before social media!) and I felt this overwhelming sense of shame that my brain chemicals had let me down. I never once skipped taking medication though.

The thing is with mental health is that you can’t see it. But, you can absolutely feel when something is wrong and when you feel chemically depressed or other mental illness. This is usually depression unlinked to a life event- you wake up with it and you know its back, you feel despondent and unable to cope.

Yet, because you can’t see it- shame is even greater because how do you explain it to others? And are you ‘weak’ or ‘crazy’ to need medication to function?

The answer is No. To have to take the correct prescribed medication for you daily is an effort. You have to commit to it and to seeing how some medicines go. To go through episodes of mental illness makes you stronger and more resilient, surviving each day. You are not weak, your brain just needs help (like helping diabetes or a heart problem) and the words ‘crazy’ or ‘unhinged’ just serve to reinforce stigma. There is no need to be afraid or filled with shame or self loathing- but it is valid to feel this way as you are human!

In 2017, it was estimated that 792 million people worldwide lived with a mental health disorder (one in 10 globally). 46 million of those had my disorder, bipolar. However, this is the tip of the iceberg because mental illness is often underreported due to stigma. So- you are not alone. There is treatment out there to help you.

Remember not to be ashamed of needing medication to cope with life’s challenges (alongside therapy etc). The stigma is slowly falling and I will continue to write and share to this end.

You are not weak! You are powerful beyond comprehension .

Do you take medication? Does it help you?

Love,

Eleanor x