Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Postnatal Depression Sucks

What happens when a mother says she isnt okay but nobodys listening?Thats the situation Sydney mother Robin faced after the birth of her identical twin boys. She already had a needy toddler and a husband who worked long hours but no matter where she turned her desperate cries for help went unanswered. It wasnt until her newborn twins ended up in hospital with bronchiolitis that the medical staff realised it was Robin who needed the most care.The hospital diagnosed her with postnatal depression or postpartum depression as it is known in the US and sent her and the boys to a psychiatric hospital. Inside the Psychiatric Mothers and Baby unit Robin finally found her confidence not only as a parent but also as a writer and a worthy person in her own right. Her periods returned too but she didnt consider that as much of a blessing.Confessions of a Mad Mooer is her story told with warmth humour and unflinching honesty. A must read for anyone who has been touched by postnatal or postpartum depression and a fascinating read for any creative or performing artists who have ever struggled with their own mental health.Words of Praise for Confessions of a Mad Mooer: Ugh do I have to read it? Do I make you read my work stuff? - Robins husband (Still hasnt read it.)Thats nice that you wrote a book. Have you seen the new app I downloaded for choir? - Robins mother (It really wasnt that impressive.)Fanwah. I love that word. Im going to use it all the time. Did you make it up? - Robins friend Helen. (No. Robin did not make up this particular term for the vagingo. Her friend Tash did.)