As my wife paced up and down the room, with cuts on her arms and muttering to herself, I watched in terror. All of a sudden, she tried to pull the sink off the wall, screaming that she wanted to ‘wake up from this nightmare’. Just three days before, we’d been a normal, happy family. But since the birth of our second daughter Freya a few days earlier at Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Gateshead, Jess, 34, had barely slept. She’d also been saying the strangest things – that she’d died in childbirth and that the people around her weren’t real. She was in hospital and in the grip of postpartum psychosis (PP), a mental-health condition
