This story discusses postnatal depression.
Dear precious past Libby,
You are incredibly strong, but you don't yet know how deep your strength will go.
As a swimmer, you are physically strong, your body lean and muscled from the hours in the pool and the gym. Mentally, you are able to control your nerves and perform in the highest-pressure situations, with everything riding on a sharp 21 seconds of frantic effort.
But the truth is, you are rigid rather than strong.
Underneath you're a scared little girl who is constantly trying to prove her value and worth in the world. You are mentally strong in one way, and one way only. You are able to grind out effort day after day and can stand up and perform in races. But if one thing goes out of step for what you're planning or could control, you really struggle to hold it together.
This will become obvious later when you face the birth of your first daughter.
After what feels like unending sleep deprivation (waking every 45min day and night will do that to you) and zero control over this little being (my goodness, she'll be a cranky baby), you will rapidly spiral into postnatal depression.
You will feel like a failure at every moment of every day and struggle to make decisions. You'll eventually think harmful thoughts about your daughter, and harbour a desire to no longer be here. It will feel just too painful. Excruciating will be an accurate description of that time in your life.
This might seem like a very strange moment to be grateful for, but you will be. Because it was in this moment that you found your true strength.