I WAS SAVED BY Lollies!

When Jasmin hit rock bottom, a sweet treat brought her joy - and much more!

- Lizzy Dimopoulos

Jasmin Piho, 33, Hurstville, NSW

Opening the lid of my takeaway, I couldn't wait to tuck into my Thai noodles. But my stomach lurched and I made a beeline for the bathroom. I recognized the familiar nausea in my belly.

'I'm pregnant!' I told my husband, Moses, then 29, after doing a test.

We already had our gorgeous girl, Mere, then three, and I couldn't wait for her to become a big sister.

At four months along, suddenly it was like a switch had flicked. I'd always been a super positive person, but it felt like a dark cloud had taken hold of my thoughts.

What is the point in even living, I thought on one particularly dark night.

'Every day feels like the worst day of my life, I can't seem to find any joy in the world,' I confided in Moses.

Worried, he didn't know how to help me. Then I remembered my mum, Michelle, telling me about our family history of perinatal depression.

'You need to take care of yourself,' she'd often say.

So I spent as much time as possible out in the fresh air, walking with Mere in the pram, until I tired myself out.