Before you arrived, I had been secretly battling with my deepest, darkest demons. Ever since my daughter Beatrice was born, I have been suffering from PPD. I underestimated the demands of the “home minister” title as staying at home with my little one became too overwhelming. I was lost, lonely & depressed. I needed to get out of the house, restart and re-connect with society. I needed a job, a new beginning and a new social life to escape my dark tunnel.
Identifying the root of the problem, I started to look for a job, hoping it will help me to have more “me” time. Then you came. I was angry that you took away my only chance to redeem myself & you also robbed my husband of his source of income, because he works in the airline industry.
But in exchange, you gave me a chance to realise that my problem is not the worst. My problem has a solution & by staying at home it doesn’t mean that I cannot reconnect with the things I’ve missed.
Because of you, my daughter is the happiest toddler in the world. She has the chance to spend time with her mummy & daddy. The house has never been so lively & she looks forward to waking up in the morning to play us.
With your existence, you also helped me on my recovery journey & I’ve learnt that the most precious thing in the world is ‘home’. Home is where the heart and love blossom. Home is where we recover and reunite.