What birth trauma means to me. 

It’s about narrowly cheating death and worrying that death is still coming for you. That you’re afraid to die but want to die because the feeling is too overwhelming to want to live through. 
Feeling broken into millions of pieces and losing parts of yourself. Replacing those parts with a hangover of anxiety and utter sadness that you wonder if you’ll ever no what it’s like to feel like you again. Fear of sleeping because you no there will be nightmares again, fear of being awake because you’re living them. 

My pledge would be to ask health visitors to understand that ptsd doesn’t just happen to women within certain ‘vulnerable’ postcodes. That birth trauma doesn’t discriminate and as such regardless of postcode all women should receive close care to pick up on signs of this to enable early help. We’re not a lottery!