International Women's Day - How Photography helped me defeat Depression

I've been meaning to write this post for some time and it being International Women's Day has given me the kick up the arse I needed to finally do it! I had set out to try and help other women who have experienced Depression and Anxiety after having a baby, but I couldn't think of how I could go about this.

So I'll share my story with you so you know why I want to help other women and along the way maybe I'll have a brain wave.

This time last year I was an amateur photographer, bitten well and truly by the shutter bug. I could often be found stopping the car at the side of the road because I’d spied a barn owl or walking up hills with Michael on my back and a camera at my front.

This was a bit of a miracle in itself, as a year before that, I was struggling to get out of bed. I had depression for the best part of 10 years, triggered by having a baby (now 9 year old Bruce) during my 2nd year of university.

9 and a half years ago

I developed post-natal depression very badly and had a degree to finish. It took me 2 years to get treatment because I didn’t actually know what depression or anxiety was then, or that I had it, I just thought I was a terrible mother who didn’t deserve to have this beautiful baby but I thought that if I told someone how I felt, social services would take him away. (As an adopted person myself, I’m a bit wary of social services).

Luckily, my mum eventually put her foot down and rang the doctors for me, and I’m so glad she did.

I got emergency care and once a week a mental health nurse came to visit me at home (as I was agoraphobic by this point) As part of my CBT course, the nurse gave me some homework:

"Find 5 photographs that make you feel proud and happy, print them and frame them"

Photos of me and Bruce together, one on my graduation day. Also my lovely friends who stuck by me through my bad years, and also a festival I helped to organise
  • I framed the photos and put them somewhere prominent, and when I walked past them I did smile a little. So the next week, she gave me more homework: (Although I confess it took me over a week to complete)

"CREATE 5 photographs that make you feel proud and happy"

Well, I took photos of Bruce on my phone inside the house, and while they were cute photos, it didn’t give me the same proud feeling. So I knew I had to create a moment myself, which meant going out into the big scary world. I psyched myself up and took Bruce for a walk by myself, once the initial anxiety had worn down, I stopped and looked around and felt quite calm for once. I took photos of Bruce and of the pretty landscape, said hello to passers by and didn’t feel any anxiety all the way home. These photos are still among my favourite photos because they remind me of the moment I realised it was possible to live without anxiety.