I wasn’t honest with my husband or my friends; I guess I was afraid of being judged as a whiny hormonal woman. Part of me also thought that it was just a phase and that everything was going to get better once I got used to being back at the office. But that emptiness kept following me around for months. That monster kept walking next to me on my way to work, or in meetings when I smiled at my colleagues, or that romantic dinner in a nice restaurant. It was there in the middle of the night when I cried silently in bed. I never really sought medical help, but I did quite a few online tests on depression and the answer was very clear - I was severely depressed.
The trigger that ‘forced’ me to get better and talk about the subject happened whilst I was at a party on a boat one evening. I remember the music, the drinks, the laughter in the background, but all I wanted to do was to jump into the water. I imagined how the water would fill my lungs, how I wouldn’t feel my body any more, thinking that I wouldn’t even fight to try to get out of the water. It would be just water and darkness - a sense of peace.
I became really scared. At that point in time I regrouped myself and pushed myself to find ways to feel better (taking time for myself, exercising, meditating) but I do regret not getting professional help earlier. It was never about not finding help, I just assumed that it was a phase that was not going last. My husband was extremely supportive and escaping Hong Kong to see my family helped me enormously. Little by little, it got better.
I still feel a part of it remains with me, and I haven’t been really able to completely close that chapter (though the current situation of the world doesn’t help).