Why there’s no shame in being a ‘not good enough’ mother
telegraph.co.uksilent reflux, the same questions would tear through my mind. Why can’t I do this? Why aren’t I good enough?It was 2016 and I felt utterly dismayed at how motherhood was panning out compared with the pin-up version I’d dreamed of.
Instead of being the calm, patient mum who could instinctively soothe her children’s woes while knocking up a two-course dinner for her husband, I felt broken by exhaustion and self-doubt.
At night time, I’d banish my husband to the spare room because I didn’t want him to see me “fail” at trying to calm the baby.
I was a mess, at my darkest moments even believing that perhaps my family would be better off without me.Thankfully, some friends intervened and marched me to the GP, who diagnosed me with postnatal depression.
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