I don't think there really was a specific point where things started to get better, it was very very gradual and there were lots of things that helped.
Anti-depressants allowed me to get through each day. They enabled me to feel that I could actually get up out of bed in the morning. They left me feeling rather devoid of all emotions, not just the bad ones, but I can forgive them that because they gave me the time I needed to find a way of dealing with the underlying causes of the PND.
HYpnotherapy and NLP (Neuro linguistic programming) were hugely instrumental in my recovery, but I think even more importantly was the therapist that I had. She was (and still is!) amazing. I think I was incredibly lucky to find someone who I clicked with really well, and I found her style of therapy to be hugely productive. She was great at explaining to me exactly what was going on in my body and brain, and we concentrated a lot of the physiological aspects of depression and anxiety. She could explain what all the hormones were doing, and how they were causing me to feel certain things and I found that when I looked at it liek that it all felt so much less scary.
I also found through the hypnotherapy that I had very severe issues stemming from my own childhood which were influencing my expectations as a parent, and which were causing me to have very unrealistic "goals". I spent a lot of time (well over a year) dealing with these issues through hypnotherapy, especially timeline work (where you go back to the first ever incident that you can remember in your life where you felt the emotion that is causing the problem). There were things from when I was just a few years old that came out which really surprised me, but they had obviously had a massive impact on me at the time, and had caused me to carry terrible feelings of guilt and responsibility through my entire life. My default if anything went wrong was to blame myself, simply because I had been blamed as a young child for way too many things. It sounds daft, but the therapy allowed me to see those situations through adult eyes, and I was able to tell the little girl back all those years ago that actually it wasn't her fault.
I guess the turning point would have been when I realised that it wasn't my fault. That there was no blame to be laid anywhere. That just because I didn't spend every waking second with my daughter, it didn't make me a bad mum. That just because I didn't always enjoy the time I spent with my daughter, it didn't make me a bad mum. That I was a good mum. Not a perfect one - but then I don't believe such a thing exists!
Something that my hypnotherapist said to me as well, really stuck in my head. She asked me one day what sort of things I could imagine doing with Aliya that I would enjoy - what did I want to be doing with her. I replied that I wanted to do baking, to make cards and craft things, to teach her to knit and cross stitch and sew. Those were all the things I wanted to do. Not sit and sing nursery rhymes over and over, or play "peek-a-boo", or have to clean up lunch from every corner of the kitchen. She then suggested that perhaps there were different stages in our children's lives that we excell at as parents, and other stages that we just have to "get through". I needed to get through the younger days with Aliya, and would come into my own when she got a bit older.
She was dead right!