Weeding
We hate our garden. Before we moved here and had Caterpillar we lived in a flat with no garden and were so looking forward to having outside space. The large and mature garden in our…
We hate our garden. Before we moved here and had Caterpillar we lived in a flat with no garden and were so looking forward to having outside space. The large and mature garden in our…
It’s truly ironic that I blog about depression and advocate on social media to break mental health stigma and yet when it comes to accepting my own battle with PND and anxiety I still have…
I’ve spent the last six weeks utterly devastated that I’ve had such a nasty anxiety flare-up. I’m bitter and angry and frightened and grieving, there’s no doubt about that. BUT. Big “but”- capital letters “but,”…
Positivity is so powerful. I guess that’s pretty obvious really but, in truth, it wasn’t the biggest part of my recovery first time around. Thanks to a fabulous new therapist, who focuses beautifully on the…
I started this blog as someone who considered herself to be recovered, or mostly recovered (depending on the day!) in order to offer hope to others in the thick of PND. I hope I can…
My experience of postnatal depression was largely rooted in intense anxiety. This is the third of three posts about the worst of my anxiety-induced symptoms (insomnia, intrusive thoughts and derealisation/depersonalisation) and how I managed or overcame each of them. …
My experience of postnatal depression was largely rooted in intense anxiety. This is the second of three posts about the worst of my anxiety-induced symptoms (insomnia, intrusive thoughts and derealisation/depersonalisation) and how I managed or overcame each of them. …
My experience of postnatal depression was largely rooted in intense anxiety. This is the first of three posts about the worst of my anxiety-induced symptoms (insomnia, intrusive thoughts and derealisation/depersonalisation) and how I managed or overcame each of them. …
“Postnatal Depression recovery stories.” These were the only words I typed into my browser for weeks. My anxiety was incredibly high, I genuinely thought I was losing my mind. Instead of cuddling my son or…
Nothing demonstrates my skewed expectations of early motherhood better than a message I sent to my best friend actually asking her if she enjoyed changing nappies. This is one of the few texts I’d been…