Caroline Church - I Blame The Hormones - A raw and honest account of one woman’s fight against depression

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Chapter 1: Puberty 1980s

Chapter 2: Billy 1990s

Chapter 3: Freddie 2003

Chapter 4: Cody 2010

Chapter 5: Hysterectomy 2012

Last Word

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The transition into womanhood and a personality change

Growing up in the Seventies, I came from an ordinary working-class family and, although there was an underlying sense of financial difficulty, there was always food on the table and an abundance of love. As I started junior school there was no hint of the heartache to come, and I simply enjoyed life, being popular and surrounded by neighbours and friends I loved. I had a regular life, free of responsibility, with a mum who worked tirelessly in the home and my formative years spent playing games and, during the summer, being out enjoying the long days. We would return when we were hungry and not before, when we would grab a snack and be on our way, without a care in the world.

When I was just ten years old, Mum told my younger sister and me that she had a surprise for us. We both waited patiently while she explained that she was going to have another baby, and even though this news was unexpected, we were both overjoyed and couldn’t wait to be her willing helpers. I remember being fascinated and intrigued by her growing bump, and would often pretend to be the midwife with my stethoscope and nurse’s case, while she allowed me to examine her tummy and listen for the sounds inside; sometimes the baby would get the hiccups, which would make me squeal with delight. It was a joyful and happy time for us all as we waited for the baby to be born.

At the time, we lived in a large block of flats where there was a communal garden and the sense of a very close community. As children we would play the days away, happy and carefree. I was surrounded by little ones, often my baby sisters, and sometimes one of the neighbours would allow me to bath or feed their baby while they got on with their chores. I simply couldn’t wait to have my own child, and I would often walk my sisters in their prams and pretend they were mine. People would stop to admire them and ask me about them, and I just felt so proud that they belonged to me and were so angelic to look at.

By the time I reached puberty, happiness gradually started to leave me; my struggle with depression had begun. I couldn’t figure out why I had this sudden change in personality. I felt immediately different and very alone as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me. It seemed to come out of nowhere, and I remember feeling dreadfully insecure, intensely sad and sorrowful, though I couldn’t say why. It was as if someone else had moved into my body and hijacked my mind, as my thoughts seemed so different to the innocent ones of the past. I tried desperately to cover my despair and sense of anguish with a tough exterior, as I didn’t want anyone to know how I was really feeling or think that I was strange or different in some way.

Fundamentally, as time went by, I just felt as though something was missing and that I didn’t fit in. As I developed and changed, this feeling of despondency increased and I began to suffer from health worries and anxiety. It was then that I noticed my thoughts were becoming obsessive and hostile, and I would sometimes be preoccupied with death and morbidity, which would leave me feeling extremely frightened and alone. I was perpetually worried that something bad was going to happen to my parents and my sisters, and I would be obsessed with trying to protect them whilst lying awake at night, filled with dread and unwanted thoughts. The more my body changed, the more I noticed an increasing mental chatter, with the same thoughts going over and over, as if on a loop, and I would struggle to slow them down. This, of course, left me emotionally drained and sometimes physically exhausted. I hated this whole change in my persona, which seemed to materialise overnight as my body began to change.