Poem Two

PND what does is mean?

Mad is how you think you’ll be seen

But this is so very untrue

For your not mad, you are just blue

The baby crying makes you sad

And if you shout, you feel really bad

You think why do I shout?

The baby doesn’t know what its all about

There is help available for you

But in your head you don’t know what to do

I must be mad I shouldn’t be down

Not with this new little life around

More often than none you will cry

You may not even understand why

It is the effects of the PND you are feeling

And it’s your emotions the illness is stealing

What do I do?

Shall I suffer alone?

Or do I just cope by hiding at home?

Support is the one thing you will need

Husband, partner, family or a sufferer like me

Then of course there is the Health Visitor

She will offer support if you need her

The GP is there too

For they can support and advise what to do

Counselling or antidepressant pills

Won’t be long term but just until

You make that wonderful discovery

That you are back on the road to recovery

Constant reassurance you’re not going mad

Is something I wish I had had

You feel like you are mad most of the time

And can’t imagine yourself feeling fine

Feelings of failure always on your mind

But you will be able to put it behind

For antidepressants worked for me

They helped me to focus and make me see

I am not mad it’s PND I suffer

        30 January 2003