Maternal mental health services need radical rethinking. Who's supporting mothers?

摘要

One evening I asked my mum to babysit my eight-week-old son, went straight to my bedroom and took as many pills as I could, washed down with vodka. It felt blissful to be free of worry and in control for once. For a long time, absolutely nothing had felt positive. I had hit rock bottom. But suddenly I felt calm. Fortunately it didn't work.