Witwicky, totally agree, sharing makes the load a lot less heavy. It's hard to keep it all bottled up. So lucky that we live in a country (and era) that "allows" us women to express ourselves when it comes to not coping with our mental health.
My poor nanna had 6 children in the 40's-50's, immigrated here from Poland and had a two bedroom house, worked full time as a nurse and had an awful relationship with her husband, he was very abusive to them all, and I just think, that poor woman. She would have had no one to turn to back then. She couldn't speak English and I can't help but wonder how she dealt with the mental state she was in, there was no PND acceptance back then, she just had to soldier on and keep having baby after baby.
But for me, over the years, it wasn't something that I felt like sharing with ANYONE. There's an element of shame, of failure. How come she can do it and I can't? Everyone one I met, people at work, family memebers I hadn't seen in ages, it was the same comment: "Just the one? Not planning on having anymore?" Argh! I wish I could have said, "Well, since you asked, actually, I'd LOVE more kids, but I almost ended up taking my own life by way of laying on the train tracks (I didn't attempt it, but oh yeah I fantasized about it- like the song lyric, 'Look on the bright side- suicide'). So no, no more kids for me, I'm too fragile mentally to cope. " But of course, I'd just shift my gaze awkwardly and turn red, reply "I'm really happy with just having one. Maybe one day, never say never". And people would look at me, like, that's not the full story...
There was always that stigma there for me. As much as I'd want to be OK with it, I just felt like a failure admitting it. We are our worst enemies!